POETRY (POEM)

“Teacher”
 

Light travels through

From morning to nightfall

bearing the weight of an uphill battle

The shadows, however, persisted.

There, on the rough path

For them love was a bottomless well

And none can't be done

To makes the flower bloom

And rise above the raging storm

The heroes, so to speak

A hero in the garb of a teacher

Oftentimes; beyond the hours

Leaving in the evening twilight

Along with a head pat

With not a single weary soul in sight