My Teacher-A Butterfly
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to be higher the Reacher
Do not lose hope she said,For morrow
Strive hard and walk through every borough
Might you be, what I was, that today
Forget not,I fly with wings above the airway
What they call,she said,really doesn't matter
What you is what you become is the charter
Might you be an ugly,crawling,torny worm
Get in the cocoon,straight and still without a squirm
Don't be gloomy,she said,never mind the bully
They will brick you,stick you and make you feel silly
Might you be calm and hundred Buddhas to come out,
come out fly away with vibrant colors crying aloud,
And lastly she taught me this,
For my life to be an endless bliss,
You will receive nothing you want,
But you will receive everything you need,
Here is my teacher,there flies my teacher
One who taught me to metamorph to change for better.
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