
I know it's been a week since Teachers' Day. Been wanting to write something but I was too busy with extra curricular activities and all sorts. I was inspired by Robert Hayden's Those Winter Sundays and I wished to share this with everyone. It's not perfect, but hey, I need to work out my inner poet! So here goes...
Those Teaching Days
Weekends too I got up early
And put on my kurung in the blueback cold
then with hands that cracked
from chalk dust on the daily planner made
their banked anger blazed. No one ever thanked me.
I'd walk and hear the noise splintering, breaking
When they heard my footsteps, they called
and slowly disperse and digress
fearing the chronic angers of "Miss Felis Chaus"
Acting indifferently to me
who had sacrificed my weekend stroll
and planned my lessons as well
What do they know, what do they know
of a teacher's austere and grim offices?
Happy Belated Teachers' Day!