Treasure Island

amir khan

(07-01-1995 / maini(sawbi))

The Teachers


The prophetic eyes of your Teacher
Could see your success in your life
Could guarantee your shining future
Could open the vistas in your life

Respect is the only thing They deserve
With witness, He is your well wisher
Your regards could make your future preserve
Aa! lead your dawns to the shinning noons through your Teachers

The things you do in life, could be more better
If you have a proper Teacher as your supporter
In front of your Teacher, for every moment,
To feather your nest, you have to ponder
God had given your future into the hands of your Teacher
You can serve Him to pick down your stars from the Heaven

Submitted: Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, February 08, 2012

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