POEM l Dilemma of a Teacher

In the quiet halls where knowledge blooms,

Teachers stand, amidst the gloom.

With open hearts, they guide and steer,

But face the weight of every tear.

The parents come, with furrowed brow,

Asking, “Why is my child lost now?”

Blame lands hard on weary hands,

That write the lessons, make the plans.

Yet education’s not a one-way street,

Where teacher’s toil makes it complete.

It’s hand in hand we must all go,

To help young minds and hearts to grow.

Parents, don’t you see the truth?

Your child needs more than distant proof.

A village builds a life of dreams,

Not just the teacher’s whispered themes.

So share the load, embrace the fight,

Together, we can raise the light.

For every lesson, every day,

Is love and learning in its way.

Let’s walk as one, erase the blame,

And give our children a brighter flame.

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