Teachers Everywhere!

Whenever I switch on the bulb
She smiles from the wall
With dimples prominent,cheeks raised
Eyes forward and hair well loosen
I smile back at her
For I appreciate the beauty she owns
The beauty I guess from her past
Good deeds give good
And opposite,the opposite
Her beauty speaks a lot and loud
That often I feel my room vibrating
Vibrating with music soothing
But another thought flings me open
Reminds me of the very end
The final event of life
It interrogates a lot and loud
That I often feel my room vibrating
But with noises frightening
Back with my complete living
I compare,contrast and operate them
It's so overwhelming!
When minds are open
We realize we are taught a lot
The ways right and wrong!
Samten Wangchuk

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