Tens of subjects, lessons in hundreds, thousands of questions arise in my mind Knowledge and wisdom you provide me with kind
Hours of preparation and the experience that you acquire
All come handy, when the classes transpire.
Your light hearted comments become comical breaks for me
Without which subjects seems nothing but a fuss
Deep inside, you imbibe in my principles of morality
The joy of understanding the concept brings calmness.
Every year one batch fades by and a new batch blossom
It’s an end for many yet a new beginning for some
Each year new dreams sparkle
Some perish, and a few twinkle
Every year precious gems are crafted out of lifeless stones
You turn me into ‘humans’ just from flesh and bones
The souls that loose in the fight against evil
Would blame their teacher, their guru for the reasons nil
The many that win against the odds
Remember their redeemers as equal to God
The former could not take away the sparkle of your glory
Though the latter does add feather to your story
Times change, and so do I
You are my foundation just like the trunk of a tree
What remains unchanged is the soul of a teacher
You are an institution of knowledge, you are the best preacher
Thank you for being my Teacher .
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