An Attribute To Teacher Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB

And who was I, the Lady of Shallot
In the world of my nothingness, shut.
Thou garlanded me with knowledge
And took me to the last of its edge.

Thence you were none but my master
Making me grow sooner and faster
Phoenix are thou who himself burns
But unprecendented is, and again turns.


I pray God with my heart's every corner
To shower on you, the immortal honour
And be the star which in night
Shows the way to every wandering sight.


It is nought but the beauty
Of your work and duty.
Thou has a very clean face
Dipped in the light and grace.