Disciple At the Master's Feet

At the feet of the Master there sat a disciple, Looking straight to the eyes, learning the truth what lies; Oh! The word from the Master where none can give, The wisdom that discern, with the truth to live; A teacher is he that show the right path for you and me. At the feet of his Master for more than an hour, He think of himself as a treasure hunter; For the knowledge he gain is beyond the price what he retained, The gold are worthless, for what he have is the best; The understanding he acquire, is wonderful beyond his desire. He extoled, “There’s no one to compare, Beyond our understanding you are there; For what we are capable, teacher you are able. As a candle which shines its light, you shared us the deepest insight; Who would have known your struggle, yet, you gave your time and always available, Teacher you are incredible”.