Life of a teacher

Waking up before the sun kisses Chirping of birds becomes brushed aside Putting glasses to see better With unpolished shoes I ride over With an old beg of mine Keeping some old books inside The rusted passage let me in I walk through a road edged with topiary as if golden hedges welcome me The old corridor embraces my stomping footsteps Holding a chalk to create and defend I march into battle ground cum temple of knowledge Keeping all agonies behind the doorway A warrior devotes to serve the future An oath to fire up extinguishing lamps And to nourish the saplings till they grow Time rushes with greying hairs and vivid memories But the grown up trees reminds me to keep going