A teacher is  like a huge and bright light house
Which beacons the way to the mariners
and passengers in the mysterious and vast sea
It will stay for ages there

A teacher rarely gets promotion
Although he works with great dedication
He does not have either power or money
Like other employees in the society
He feels greatly elated
When his students get employed

She will teach almost the same lessons
For more than thirty five years
Teaching a number of students
With her and soul  she becomes old
And gets eventually tired and retired

she will wait for her meager pension
And leads the rest of her life
Without much recognition
Tension and any sensation
One day she will fall like a leaf
In autumn and goes to dust and forgotten