Unignited minds,
Lack candescence,
To heat up,
A noetic race,
And illiteracy is,
A mistress to crime.
Millions of candles are lit,
By power of knowledge,
Thus rushes a new wave,
With caps, ready to share our throne.
Broken chains with stronger bonds,
Healthy winds of change sing a song,
And we dance to,
That single tune in, Perfect harmony.
Our saviour,
A heavenly preceptor,
Burns to emit that knowledge,
Paves the path of true enlightenment,
Our devotion is not limited just today,
Because it's,
Teacher's day, everyday!
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