When I had Enough... I would rather..

Its almost sad
you shamed me on my convocation to the extend that i hate to look at the pictures...
You used me for money... you gave a new meaning to extortion
you mentally tie me up and emotionally bound me to follow in whatever you say
even to the most ridiculous
you paralyses me by limiting my movement and then u nag that i am not walking on my own
You give space.. but you doubt each second
you got angry for all the ridiculous reason
I used ridiculous twice in a sentence
though i constantly tell my students not to repeat the same word twice
but if not for that word...
 i would have said that you are unscrupulous, inconsiderate, petty, self centered snob
who wish nothing than to destroy your own flesh and blood .

When I had enough I would rather die but Dying would be worst...

Coz at least by living I can still count my chances of independence.

The Day a Teacher Cries

The title speaks for itself.
BLACK... the colour of grief suits the day
Filled with utter disappointment..
Since when did the students stoop so low.
We do not ask for gifts..
Hell, we do not ask for you to remember our day
Just Respect..
If respect is too much to offer
Then, spare us some humanity..
Out of shame , Out of guilt, Out of love...
Students now.. not to point to everyone of them
Why is it on this day..
You still are not listening to us..
Are we of no value to all of you
What if someday, we stop caring for you..
Will you notice us...
You are like our kids...
yet you treat us like your slave
Disrespect.. Under appreciated..
Know how it felt to be treated this way...
You 'll see..
When you do...
We would still be right here
For you
Because... Over everything
We are still Your stupid OLd teacher.
And above all You will always be Our Beloved student.