TEACHER - P.Sheshadri

In the halls of learning, I have toiled these years
And hourly sought to draw the youthful mind
To love of knowledge urging it to find
The highest joy in books;

No haunting fears of fruitless work have chilled my soul
and sneers have not become my endeavours;

No kind of wavering faith, I trust will ever blind
My eyes to bliss in this task appears
But then what guerdon do i seek for all this work?

If once some pupil toiling hard
Will find the rapture of Master's world,
And pausing gratefully my name recall
Tracing his joy, in part , to what he heard
And learnt from me - it'll be rich reward!!