Newton Ranaweera Poet Free verse

The First Ever Teachers

The first ever teachers 
now idle 
at the entrance,
with feet benumbed.

Drunk with feelings  
and wisdom being ebbed,
they fly lies,
he said – not me. 

Crowned with thorns, 
wearing briers 
and clenching our rags
HOME we left.  

Shelters mocked at us
and insults rained on us;
here, we stand again
but at the entrance. 

Shall we rush into the class 
as a troop  
and sprinkle emotions 
on the withering plants. 

02/08/2020

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Sigrid Ermine August 22, 2020 at 8:26 PM A touching moment, poignantly expressed, Newton. Kindergarten is what I'm seeing, or little ones' first day at school. Newton Ranaweera August 23, 2020 at 3:57 AM Thank you so much for your visit and this great comment, Sigrid!! I feel I have been humbled. We may interpret it as the little ones' first day at school. I personally meant students generally and incorporating emotions into education through poetry.