Poem
✍️ Dr. A. Kalam
05/09/2025
5th September, 11:00 AM.
Standing beside the school gate—
An old teacher.
Wearing dhoti–panjabi,
An old bag in hand,
Fatigue in his eyes.
Inside, there are
Flowers, garlands...
Photo sessions.
On the microphone, announcement—
“Gratitude to those
Who built the foundation of the school!”
The old teacher watches,
Students are now leaders, policymakers.
Not a moment
To recognize him.
In the afternoon, on a student’s Facebook photo—
Head bowed, garland in hand,
‘Pranam.’
Caption:
“My guru, my guide, my god 🙏
Without him, I am nothing.”
