The songs from a person called human.

p/s: No matter how gifted you are, not everyone is gonna like you.
Happy Teacher's Day 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
I thought of writing this post in Malay but I feel awkward now.

First of all, happy teacher's day!!!!!! boom boom boom (fireworks for you). For me who spent almost 15 years studying, teachers are like parents to me. My mother is a teacher and my dad is a teacher to me.
Now, I'm in the university and the lecturers are the teachers. If I'm to list all my teachers, previous and current, a day won't be enough because I can only remember their faces and short names.

What I can say about teachers is nothing much except thank you.

Thank you for educating, teaching, scolding and everything that you did that make me today. Thank you for teaching me to stand on my own feet, to speak my own words, to hold with my own hands, to see with my own eyes and to hear with my own ears. Thank you for showing me ways to explore the world, to see the inside me, to highlight me. That's not something that I can repay but I will continue to hold all the principles that you all had teach me. 

Thank you, teachers. (bow)

This poem was painted on my elementary school open hall's back wall where I would read them everytime I passed it. It is always in my mind until now and forever.

Guru oh Guru

Berburu ke padang datar,
Dapat rusa belang kaki;
Berguru kepalang ajar,
Ibarat bunga kembang tak jadi.

Dialah pemberi paling setia
Tiap akar ilmu miliknya
Pelita dan lampu segala
Untuk manusia sebelum menjadi dewasa.

Dialah ibu dialah bapa juga sahabat
Alur kesetlaan mengalirkan nasihat
Pemimpin yang ditauliahkan segala umat
Seribu tahun katanya menjadi hikmat.

Jika hari ini seorang Perdana Menteri berkuasa
Jika hari ini seorang Raja menaiki takhta
Jika hari ini seorang Presiden sebuah negara
Jika hari ini seorang ulama yang mulia
Jika hari ini seorang peguam menang bicara
Jika hari ini seorang penulis terkemuka
Jika hari ini siapa saja menjadi dewasa;
Sejarahnya dimulakan oleh seorang guru biasa
Dengan lembut sabarnya mengajar tulis-baca.

Di mana-mana dia berdiri di muka muridnya
Di sebuah sekolah mewah di lbu Kota
Di bangunan tua sekolah Hulu Terengganu
Dia adalah guru mewakill seribu buku;
Semakin terpencil duduknya di ceruk desa
Semakin bererti tugasnya kepada negara.

Jadilah apa pun pada akhir kehidupanmu, guruku
Budi yang diapungkan di dulang ilmu
Panggilan keramat "cikgu" kekal terpahat
Menjadi kenangan ke akhir hayat.

Usman Awang
1979

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