A teacher,
A strange identity,
Nameless, without a surname,
Wordless, without recognition.
A shared identity,
A heartfelt tale in silence,
A rebellion hidden within words.
He, the veiled revolutionary,
An unnoticed worker,
Helplessly ill, a passive observer,
A bearer of others’ dreams,
Yet one who has lost his own.
The teacher, a silent rebel.
His faltering steps
Leave invisible marks
On society’s rugged surface.
Yet, those very feet
Build bridges carrying dreams,
Helping...
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