A Letter to Dear Students and My Fellow Teachers I dream of being in my classroom day and night fettered behind the strong iron beams of my tiny solitary prison cell.    I see you, talk to you  and hug you by the force  of my frail and challenged life  in my unchained mind’s eye  as the desire for freedom  flows through the sinews  and veins of my bloodstream  even as I am caged  far away from you.    Teaching is my forte,  breath and life, you know  I embraced literature  for it clasps us with our troubled histories,  philosophies and economics of pangs of pain, tears,  fears and hopes  for a bright new day.   The cage of lies,  seditious clauses of law  and conspiratorial confabulations  confine and keep me away  from your intimate and critical  engagement with knowledge  and warm affection for the  liberty of the trampled earth….

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