On September Fifth, a special day we see,
It reminds us of our duties, so duty-bound and free,
Honesty and integrity, in our teachers we find,
In their hands, creation and destruction intertwined.
The future of India, in their skilled command,
They shape the destinies, in this noble land,
The mother of all professions, they truly stand,
Reaping the fruit of hard work, hand in hand.
Counting not earnings in riches or gold,
But in the gratitude of students, stories untold,
Respect they gain, a treasure to hold,
Not by wealth, but by wisdom and love they unfold.
Teaching demands much, beyond the clock’s chime,
Sacrifice and dedication, a mountain to climb,
A lifelong learner, adapting with time,
Guiding new generations, a mountain they’ll climb.
Proud to be a teacher, it’s not just a role,
It’s a calling, a purpose that fills every soul,
Specially chosen to nurture and console,
In this noble journey, we find our ultimate goal.
