Beeps are everywhere,covered within the road,
People surely get credit, offering you all load.
They point upon you,raise the faults in you.
And with silence,you give whatever you can in broad.

“Teachers are the second parents.”
A thought followed since years ago.
When people shout,now the teacher bends,
As it has been a myth to let it go.

The students are the ones,
to whom they teach with all their heart,
and those tiny dots learn to give their life a start .
And the students are the ones,
who talk and spread rumours behind their back,
point on them who showed the path where they lacked.

They burn the midnight oil,
Extract the impurities from your brain.
They try to clear-cut your mind,
And won't let your hard work to spoil.

But,
The world has now changed it's direction,
“Teachers are the second God of your life”,
can be felt only in stories or fiction.
Students now treat them as use and throw,
Internet world has now become their addiction.

This world has lost it's eye sight,
Kindness gratitude has vapoured up straight,
Darkness has followed them besides light,
They believe not in hardwork but only fate.
© Sia_

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