You still gives me the memory
Of a curious boy in my class room
Now you are old just like me
Your hair is grey, and walks with care
Still you are my old student
I remember you as a boy who learns
A lot of talks, and talkative
A lot of friends, friendships you likes
You are my student, and little boy
May that memory persists long
I have given a fare judgement on you
A studious and hardworking little one
You are now a pensioner just like me
Standing in the lines for your own term
The bank and treasury we make friendship
You gave usual gesture and respects me
I knew in your mind I have still a place
As teacher gave lot of inspiration
As a teacher feared by the lazy ones
As a teacher loved by the brilliant ones
Still you looks as a boy in my mind
Though I makes friendship as an old man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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