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Now we have grown from root to flower,
But to do this alone, we would have had no power,
So God sent few angels to watch over us as we grew,
Pouring out to us all that they knew.
As crying little toddlers, beside us they were there,
Handling every shout & cry, with patience & loving care,
The occasional raps all of us have experienced,
But in them we found the gift of discipline & obedience.
Like a Potter with his clay,
They have moulded us to this day,
Not with just books and words which do not matter,
But making us men of heart & character.
Unlike our parents our true nature they have witnessed,
And understanding and correcting it was their main business,
Our talents, our strengths, our weaknesses they knew,
And with it they have now made something great and new.
Many of us may have nurtured hatred within,
For their whipping and scolding at our every sin,
But now like a cut diamond we will stand out,
And at every opportunity try to make them proud.
In time, to different nations we’ll go forth,
Keeping in our hearts those who are responsible for our growth,
God made these angels to love and mould our nature,
And for that I salute them, these angels, our teachers!!
By Jordan Ridhay Rasquinha