I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds I could have landed in a river or the sea Then merging with the rising and receding waves I would have been washed down into oblivion
Or could have fallen from the heights Into a desolate dreary desert Amid the blistering granules of sand To be absorbed into nothingness
Chances are there to have fallen on a rock Lying scorched in the heat of the mid day sun Then I would have vanished into thin air Evaporating into non existence
I could have fallen into a muddy puddle Or perhaps into a filthy drainage To be contaminated with the sewage Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs
But fortunately for me I happened to fall into fecund soil Where there lay in wait a few seeds Hankering for the cool touch of moisture
Arid souls desperately thirsting for water, They ****** the molecules within me. As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed, Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.
Absorbing again the drops that came after me They, into towering trees eventually grew Some touching heaven’s azure heights And giving shade and shelter to many
Now as I see them crested with flowers And bearing clusters of luscious fruits I feel I am there in each leaf and bud And my essence flows through every vein!
As a teacher, what more is needed for me To feel contented in life?
For the last several years, I have been teaching in a college. Now my students are scattered everywhere in the world! Some of them are so well placed and some adorning key positions in life. Seeing them, I feel so proud and happy! India is a land where teachers are greatly respected. ‘Mata, Pita, Guru, Daivom’ is a sacred credo of our ancient culture. It means next to God come mother, father and teacher!