Good morning sir.
Good morning class. Sit down
Good morning Sir.
What’s the good of the morning? Shut up and sit down?
O Teacher thou art the moulder
who uses the tools to mould our minds
use not thy cane to scold
for no pupil would be bold.
O Teacher, thou art the farmer
who prunes the orchids to bear fruit
O! I am ripe. You have plucked me
But alas, you have dropped me to rot.
O Teacher, plant me, prune me, grow me into a tree.
For I may bear good fruit for you
leave me not unattended.
Cos if you do, I will surely falter.
O Teacher, be not like the season,
for thou are not seasoned.
Be not like the raging winter,
but alas, be the eternal summer
Bloom me not in the desert
But in Eden, therein the sweet air
Blossom me with fair and sweet fragrance
yet pluck me on fertile soil.
O Teacher, follow on the teaching
of thee teacher Mr Sujee
for he maketh a child a man and
taketh fools talk with intelligence
be thy not unlike
making a man a child.
O Teacher, be thy a sportsman like Mr Morgan
for he maketh the invalid play games
Be thy unlike the unsporting
thy who maketh the energetic lame with purpose.
O Teacher, behold thy duty!
It is to mould and to mess
Thou art the carver of minds,
and the perisher of souls
If these be not the duties of a teacher
and upon me proved
Then no men ever was or is a teacher.
MR.Ali Bhai Sujee