Dear Teacher

Am I just another creature? Thriving hard to make a future? Beyond what can undergo suture Thoughts have almost my heart rupture No my dear you are special With no thought of being partial Who has got so much potentials That you’ve displayed from initial? Why have I not come top in all I do? Why hasn’t anyone asked to know who? When I put my potentials all through Except, sometimes, just you Bother less on those, my dear They have all, their own fears Of a genius who’s so much near That will with them this glory share I hope not to forget who I am For I hope to do great with these arms To reach wide even to those in farms Yet not to have a soul by it harm It’s great to think less of persons Just do your things in its right season Without a thought of selfish reason And their thoughts shall be to them a prison