Salute to the Teacher,
                                     an unsung soldier!

Teacher chisels his knowledge on walls of children's minds and it comes out to shine like a star

I am the master of my own choice
Simultaneously I am the caretaker of others' choice

When
The Teacher smiles
The whole class shines

Teaching is carving on wood.

You can't enjoy the rain
If you don't like the clouds

Gentle behavior is nectar that attracts bees

A habit of knowing the truth
Is a habit of being good in all circumstances

The function of a violet is to grow
out of dead leaves,
turning decay
into itself.
A poem too builds a little sense
from the rubble of life (what branches grow
out of this stony *******?). One and the other
flower according to their nature,
seen by those
who know what they are looking for.

A violet is not a poem,
but the message is the same.