Oh that Respect

On the black-topped road
That was once a fortress of dusts,
I tidily walked towards school
That treasures my memories of youth.
I feel a stranger as it rises,
So many years might have passed.

Towards my left a group of students
Murmured and stood with greetings
‘Kuz Zangpo la Sir’ they bowed.
They bowed to me, oh man!
In uncommon awe I stopped.
Words formed lumps, I just smiled.
Couldn’t face them, I walked forth.
Why this respect? Question rained.

My sister, she is beautiful as mom is.
The new uniform is really becoming.
I see me in her, studying there,
Bright and powerful in all arenas.
Her friend shared a hot talk,
That I looked a teacher to her
With appearance and ambience I wore.
Answer settled in clear and correct.
That respect touched my heart,
How into deepest it strikes when
Even a new face greets with depth.

It drove me humble to sweat to
Please thousands hearts near and far.
While I might not really a teacher be
I would be it in thousand other ways.
Oh that respect evoked my sense
Into valuing our Bhutanese values. 

ILiveLove

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