To Mould a Mind
A balance between such things.
Where childhood ends and real life begins.
To know how to see the hidden beauty of a child.
To know how to mould their mind.
To know where the lines of discipline lie and find the routes to develop a child.
A profession dedicated to the development of the little human lives.
A profession earned by study and hard work, you’ll find.
As a professional who didn’t know my mind, I thank god for the Teachers who helped me turn on the light.
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