That Indian farm laborer,
Plowing, like bulls; his body bare;
Bearing heat, that burns like fire,
From tireless toils never retire…

That lady, like a skeleton,
Nation’s great victim of famine;
Collecting food like a falcon
For her hunger-anchored children…

That small boy who cycles around,
Vending things for minute amount;
To see his siblings laurel crowned,
Who, like him, feel orphaned and drowned…

That little girl, like birds, awakes,
Uncaring her physical aches;
In severe sun joyfully bakes,
Sickly mother-sake her health breaks…

Thus, teachers, in life, are endless,
The truths they teach are so trend-less;
Midst universities countless,
Their simple wisdom is boundless…