By Shanti Odayar
Come, bring your AI revolution near,
With codes and algorithms crystal clear.
Bring on the data, the speed, the might
But can you match a teacher’s light?
You boast of answers quick and true,
But can your circuits ever do,
What hands that guide with endless grace,
Can give a child a safe, warm space?
Bring your tech, your logic sharp,
But can you hear a broken heart?
Can you see the tears that fall,
And rise to answer every call?
A machine can learn from lines of code,
But can it light the weary road,
For a child whose dreams are far away,
And help them find their brighter day?
It’s the teacher’s heart, not data’s core,
That opens minds to so much more.
Through sleepless nights, they teach, they care,
With love that’s stronger than any pair.
You speak of progress, a future grand,
But can you hold a trembling hand?
Can you teach a soul to rise,
And conquer all with tear-filled eyes?
Bring it on, AI, with all your might,
But know this truth — you’ll never ignite,
A love so fierce, a bond so deep,
A promise made that’s ours to keep.
For no machine, no data stream,
Can match the force of a teacher’s dream.
We’ve built this world with heart and soul,
And no algorithm can take that toll.
So bring it on, with all you’ve got,
But know that teachers cannot be forgot.
In every lesson, every fight,
It’s human hands that bring the light.