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Once a teacher always a teacher



September 5 fills every teacher's heart with pride,
Designation doesn't count be it NTT, PRT, TGT, or PGT.
 Fifth day of the vibrant ninth month resonates in every educator's heart,
Since it's the day when society acknowledges their relentless hard work and part,
Part that they play in carving beautiful, sensitive and progressive minds and hearts.

It's the day to celebrate their worth,
The atmosphere in every temple of education is full of glee and mirth.
The day glorious and golden September dawns,
Preparation by the teaching fraternity is tirelessly on.
New attires, new hopes for a winsome delight,
That every educational institute never fails to provide.
To make it special for the ones who are born to guide. 

Alas! I never gave thought that once, how eagerly, for this day I would also wait.
For almost two decades I was a teacher,
One who always kept her spirits high.
Little did I realize that this year onwards, this day would be pined for as one of the most special days,
When I would miss being a teacher, by the way.

Though it was my choosing, yet not being a teacher is somewhat confusing.
Of all the roles I played in life, perhaps except for being a mom, being a teacher was the most sublime.
The saddest thought that that beautiful phase has perhaps passed forever was brushed aside,
When messages of "Happy Teacher's Day" started to beep from far and wide.
Again the low spirits were transformed into high.

Almost one or two students of every session I thought 
Brought unforgettable memories of the time when I taught.
Their sweet wishes turned me reminiscent,
I was roaming down the memory lane,
And was grateful to all my mentors who
Took all the pains without thinking about what was there to gain,
The teachers round the globe
Who carve, chisel, and train the best of the best men and women who are holding and the upcoming generations who will take over in future the reins of our proud nation.

It was a moment that was a clear indication to stay happy forever,
Since like the rest once a teacher, I would always stay a teacher. 










Comments

  1. Reena NagpalSeptember 4, 2025 at 12:08 PM

    Wow!! Truly wonderful
    You are my mentor, my guide, my inspiration & above all my all time favourite bestie
    You are one in a million with golden heart ❤️

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 4, 2025 at 8:15 PM

    😍

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  3. KamakshiSeptember 4, 2025 at 10:27 PM

    Once a teacher will always a teacher❤️❤️ you are always in our hearts mam....we miss you❤️
    Happy teacher's day

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  4. GeetikaSeptember 5, 2025 at 8:48 AM

    I understand that feel .

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  5. AnonymousOctober 22, 2025 at 1:43 AM

    Very nice, yes mam, you said right--once a teacher will always be a teacher. Now through your writing, valuable lessons, you are conveying.👍🏻

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