A Teacher, A not Teacher - MGS

 

In halls of learning, shadows cast,

Where echoes of wisdom fade so fast,

“A not Teacher” walks with feigned delight,

Yet, hide a heart that shuns the light.

With words that flow like honeyed streams,

They craft a world of borrowed dreams,

But in the guise of knowledge shared,

Lies hypocrisy,  unprepared.

For teaching’s art is more than guise,

It’s nurturing mind, the opening eyes,

Yet here they stand, a hollow shell,

A mimicry of truth that crafted spell.

They preach of passion, yet lack the fire,

In every lesson, a muted choir,

For genuine hearts cannot pretend,

And wisdom’s light, they cannot lend.

Oh, let us seek the teachers true,

Who guide with love, who see us through,

For in their presence, we can grow,

And learn the depths of what we know.

So cast aside the masks we wear,

Embrace the truth, the love we share,

For teaching’s gift is not a show,

But a journey where real hearts can glow.

Mask - MGS

In shadows cast by whispered lies,

Where smiles conceal the truth that dies,

A mask is worn, a role to play,

Yet hearts grow heavy, day by day.

Behind the back, the words take flight,

A dance of darkness, veiled from sight,

With kindness feigned, intentions masked,

Inside the box, where dark prioritize.

Oh, how the heart yearns for the real,

A touch of warmth, a chance to heal,

To break the chains of pretense tight,

And find the courage to seek the light.

For in the depths of honest grace,

We find our strength, our rightful place,

So let us shed the veils we wear,

And speak our truths with love and care.

In unity, let trust be sown,

A garden where true hearts are grown,

For in the light of genuine art,

We find the beauty of the heart.