Misjudged
Once there was a young lad,
Becoming a mentor was a role he gladly had.
Making students learn concepts, showing new ways of teaching,
Making class a fun interaction rather than preaching.
The fire of youth was enough fascinating,
His teaching style made him captivating.
The concern he showed, the love he showered,
His motive was to make students powered.
But people can't see someone rising ,
Because someone who understood students was truly surprising!
Rumours spread judgements done,
Because they were not able to rise ,not even one.
Maybe he is misunderstood,maybe he is wrongly narrated,
But can they match the way he educated?
Storms came to shake him, doubts tried to call,
But every dawn found him standing tall.
They built their noise, he built his grace,
And truth alone lit up his face.
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