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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450853" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Teachers` Day 2012</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The text is torn and yellowish, <br>The voice is dull and coarse, <br>The benches are half vacated too.<br>Still he teaches, the teacher of 2012<br>The Indian teacher whom you all may not know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the horizon the setting sun bleeds to death<br>And the blooming Belle Sans Merci begins her dance graceful.<br>Across the dark sky infinite the winged late fliers fly <br>Singing a note of the rest imposed. <br>A night is imposed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The frail man tries to lay a track<br>And heaves a sigh of recollections old.<br>The running feet of boys and girls overgrown<br>Crush the track and surge upwards for a while.<br>The clock clicks out a tone coarse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">June to March and Monday to Saturday<br>The fallen tribe snails on.<br>The lilacs of yester years bloom not and<br>The warmth of a soft touch keeps aloof.<br>But a hope enlivens the frail species.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere he hears the chanting of an old saga...<br>Once the church bells had chimed it clear, <br>Once the Sandeepanees too had heard it aloud..<br>The words of a cluster of beaming little bundles of flesh and mind -<br>The great pupils of a past glorious.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun reddens the eastern sky and smiles<br>As the dancing damsel closes her face with hands slender, nay frail.<br>The eclipses are a fantasy of these times perhaps<br>And the empire of the great star is to last..<br>Let the tribe hope so, so read aloud from<br>Your dog eared books of wisdom conceived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amidst the fleeting days of the present <br>And the vague reflections of a future ahead, <br>Hear once more my dear teachers of India, <br>From somewhere above the zenith of hopes languishing <br>A shout of joy with a sweet whisper, 'HAPPY TEACHERS`DAY'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* Sandeepani was a sage and the teacher of Srikrishna.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=M.d+Dinesh+Nair">M.d Dinesh Nair</a><div class=q>
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The voice is dull and coarse, 
The benches are half vacated too.
Still he teaches, the teacher of 2012
The Indian teacher whom you all may not know.

In the horizon the setting sun bleeds to death
And the blooming ..."></div>
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