I am a born teacher

I love teaching; for
the taught to have thoughts
the nots to have notes
the sought to be wrought.
Can I be a teacher?
When I have 
the right thoughts
of the knowledge about 
the thing of things;
the right notes
of the ones 
who walked ahead,
who flow with me and
who race behind;
wrought myself
of the unformed clay
who wanted to be unformed
who wants to be untouched and
who loves the status quo,
I am a teacher.
I am a born teacher
as everyone born is a student.

Before I became a Teacher

Before I became a Teacher never I knew

That sleeping in the class disturbs

The teaching of the teacher.

That talking in the class makes

The teacher shouting in the class.

That not scribbling in the class augments

The degrading of the student.

That correcting the answer scripts is tougher

Than attempting all the questions.

That questioning the answers is harder

Than answering the questions.

That coming late for the class is worse

Than not attending the class.

That absenting in the class is worse

Than not joining for the course.

That photocopying is the greatest insult

That a teacher can ever bear.

That helping a fellow student learn is

The second greatest insult to a teacher.

That teaching is the noblest profession

When all your students become teachers.