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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