A Teacher like you,
I don’t believe it’s true.
You’re more than a friend,
A second mother too.
A Candle in darkness,
A weak child’s harness.
A friend in need,
Beautiful indeed.
Loves with care;
Without you it’d be a nightmare.
From Primary to College,
You fill us with knowledge.
Kindness and calmness,
You know to control our tameness.
So all we can do,
To thank you,
Is say “ We love you.
- Muskaan Sait, 8C, Sharada Mandir School
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