It will not hurt to wish her a good morrow
Because she is the one who is shaping our tomorrow.
For the good ones she teaches
And for the bad ones she preaches
Over my parents I give her precedence
Because she understands me and shows some prudence.
When she scolds
We hide behind our books folds.
In teaching she is a sage
And a devil in her rage.
She forgives each and every one of my mistake
Because she knows that mistakes are what great men often make.
She never gives a heed to our comments
Because she knows that what we said was not we really meant.
She is my teacher in the studious zone
And my friend when we are alone.
I have fished my mind out of her ocean
And certainly she would be a remarkable part of my then
After some years from the school I’ll be thrown out
But even after that as an ex-student I would show about.
We feel that she is doing an unnecessary flay
But we would certainly be happy for that some day.
In her eyes I may be a horrible creature
But in my view she is the best teacher.
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