Kuchay Yousuf
I was flying high in dreams, all the times with the aim to conquor what other could not. It was my hope that a sincere personality was backng me & stearing me to fly. I was just to fly to start the journey to conquor the stars aimed at but all my hope ws suddenly, drstically dashed with a stringent cool wavee through my warm blood and the ignited mind got a shake.
My back, my courage, my guide and my dream mentor has been silenced now. I again & again remember the scene on facebook when his mother got a message of his mute mode, the wailing, the crying, the emotions, the tears and the response she had at that time i could not bear.
My heart beating in shock & sorrow and the holoscopic view again and again appearing on the optical screen of my mind, making me all agitated, frustrated & exited. It was my last hope the teacher, the mentor and my support to carry my dreams to polish, my carrier to flourish, my life to run in success and the highest peaks & challenges to conquor.
All the people wailing for their own cause. Some for relation, some for friendship, some for friendship, memories & affection and so on. But I HAD MY EVERYTHING WHICH GOT DAS HED in a mysterious way. The black spot n my clear slate marked with a permanent stain….i never can forget.
A teacher the last hope n the society can’t be exchanged by any other profession may be given his place to save your self , your society, the nation and the future.
The teacher, a spring to quench thirst of hundreds, irrigate the colurful crop fields of thousands, vision glows, homes enlighten, lots feeded, planned and set on tracks and all evils eroded by the spirit of a TEACHER.
*** GIVE HIM A PLACE & YOU WILL BE PLACED ***
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