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Self immolation Isn't that what you do everyday? To spread some light around And show them the way?
Blind fools groping in darkness Stumbling'falling'getting hurt If it were not for you Throwing some light around'guiding them
Will they ever remember That it was you who gave them light At a time they were fumbling Not knowing what lies ahead
Yet you burn yourself out At pyre of knowledge Sharing what you know Without a care
Lighting many earthen lamps With your burning flame The room glows brighter When eager young faces shine
You know you've done your job When you don't see them again next year In your class, in this room They've moved on to greater heights
Some day when they come back And tell you how good you've been Passing on the flame of knowledge That made them who they are
Someday, when they forgive your chiding and red welts on palms And realize the pains you took In making them learn
You'll feel that it's justified Your troubles forgotten for a while Someday, when the oil gets diminished And the wick shortened
You'll bask in the glow Of a thousand lamps lit!
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