My Dear Teacher,,,
Almost every day- all these years
It was so rare that I missed your morning figure
I’m so grateful to have you in here
In my school, in my heart, in my life sphere
Not from a book but from the heart
A great teacher always starts
And here I am, cheering hard
Without a doubt, you made that mark
The Moon; doing her duties for millions of years
At dusk, her caring eyes seek for all daylight winners
Last night her sacred dew, touched the soft cheeks of flowers
Gave them courage to bloom and smile, to whisper the spells “A world of better”
One flower changed a broken man
Another cared for some little lads
Her tears dropped onto the next day champs
Here’s the story I saw in your years of clash!
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