Dear Expert,

	Think of a child willing to tell what he has just played, to his mother, to dad or to a friend while theyīre all so away in mind. What else might you expect this child to feel than disappointed, eager and in indescribable sorrow.

	Now think of me as one so passionate to let others know what I about things do think. In the middle of an ongoing discussion, seeking a look sent back right upon me, into my eyes. As the case is that, put a teacher in to that blending, so very ignorant, to whom it is trouble listening, trouble showing out he cares. A passion, desire dragged down just because that I feel insecure with a teacher like mine, as not being listened to.

	Consider this poem, a questioning to the personality of the teacher written by me.

	Would it be bothering for you to write what you thought of it ? If not, let me ask you to do so.
	As I really like your opinions about the lines and parts you liked the most, please include such a part too !.

Yours Sincerely,
(16,m,Turkey)
Cetin Sert


               Right after you

Rules are pre-set but not destined
To be obeyed, not to be broken.
Obeying a rule sometimes ainīt
Limiting yourself and acceptance.
Seek the right time, find opening
Then find your way in or through.
Limit would be not to have tried !

Earth is the rule, that we live on it
but distant galaxies shall soon be
the signs of brain power, the limit.
course may not as we ingest deceit.

Once upon a time it was unreachable,
the sky...
Now we know the word extraterrestrial.

Limit is where one says itīs all over.
Rule just tells where it shall happen.
Limit is entailed by deep consideration.
Rule, just a mere presence of advisory.

Rule comes in when mind out goes,
Limit has nothing to do with a rule.
One with intelligence may only set,
His very own limits in his own life.

The thing you came across, restricting
If itīs rule, break, if limit, set higher

A teacher I saw so very ignorant,
as not to bother a care to listen,
who with the mask of wise belied.
A teacher I saw that didnīt know
what it took to be a true, real one.

I questioned conclusions I reached.
Might a teacher supposed to teach
be that blind as to rely on claims ?
Might a teacher be confessing that
he is too conservative to be true ?
Might a teacher be pretending too ?

Not being aware, conscious
Of the fact youīre so frozen;
No consequence of obedience.
Dare say itīs self-limitation !
Would you rather, disability ?

Backing one idea insistingly
Means that youīre behind it
What youīre behind my teacher
Is of ignorance, it is limiting !

You, through what you do
Express that you never will
Understand what it really is
To be self limiting and not to.

Claim not to have claimed,
Claim to once have proved.
Limiting you say is so good
As itīs the easiest for me to do.

You just donīt know one thing
That I may lose my belief in you
Holding up to your own sayings
May soon make us be apart too.

You overagree ideas of others
You neglect presence of some
You say "no I will never be,
open to listen, to re-consider".

Look at the sky, think !!
It was once the limit.
Should you be not the one to drive
Your ambitions even further,
Know Iīm here and standing.
Consider it me, the one after you.

The nomad soulīs perpetual route
may be re-drawn for timesīn over.
My new destination shall now be
where I will make one so high see,
to face his byways nothing he had
to fear and through darkness flee.

Hear my voice, you were not told !
You cared no one and no one you.

Thus, with no one to guide you through,
In a dream by courage you so coward be.

The Nomad Soul