Online class is a tough challenge.
School child having trouble with the connection,
Especially teachers facing this new techy challenge.
To save their jobs to earn money with a compass.
Teachers going up, down, left, and right,
On their way to work for another day.
Getting ready with the new lesson prepared at late night,
Shaping and molding like clay.
Lectures used to be noisiest time,
Full of laughs and scolds from them.
But turns into the quietest time,
With mouths shut and blasting speakers.
Doing their best to make them answer,
Telling there will be plus points.
Hearing at least one can make them turn into a dancer,
Their hearts dance happily in perfect points.
Having fun physical activities with each classmate,
To having monotonous online activities.
Seeing multiple hands raise and participate,
To hearing dead silence as they ask for answers.
Feeling lonelier at home teaching for lockdown.
Missing the noise and misbehavior of students,
That used to make them smile and frown.
Students now muted and feeling clueless.
A huge obstacle for them to reach the final length,
A challenge they can accomplish without getting ruined.
With all their might and strength,
Sharing their wisdom to the student.
Learning new things from their tutees,
Sharing their thoughts and experiences.
Life lessons from their instructors from experiences,
Under this toxic pandemic doing their duties.
Sharing their success and consummation.
Paint their thoughts and give advice to be guided.
Lighting the path for the youth to dress for the occasion,
To have a better future and life that will be decided.
Literature by Mikaela Motol
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