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

with joy

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