Lay Wreathe Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Lay wreathe

Sir, you lived in full
Made us successful
You taught us to be fearless
And eventually face

I heard about sad demise
He was full of promises
He had dare devil approach
And taught us as such

We were scared of his handling
But he was always smiling
At our doing wrong
But he may punish us by putting words in song

Such teachers are rare to be found
Even if microscopic lenses you go around
In search but always fail in mission
Such was his vision

When he is no more
We not only adore his name
But pay tribute to him fairly
And lay wreathe sadly