Nobody can weigh respect and love,
Wealth can't weaken them or power,
Nothing can tempt cause they're high above,
Where, there dwells knowledge bower,
People seek in royal robes and towers,
I've sought in a hut that is small,
The place is blessed where knowledge showers,
Only hut to them, but to me the world all.
It has been shined with math's golden rays,
That sun has set but redness is still there,
To mark the people to their successful ways,
Now, a silver light of English's shown from there,
That's witnessed many ups and down,
And proved talent doesn't need one, but itself a crown.
Very nice poem. Shows your deep respect for your teacher and the institution. It's really great to see that you have acknowledged the services of the cottage but your teacher is not so good as you think. Anyway a nice poem. Thanks for sharing.....
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice...ur work is dainty..am sure ur an academician...keep up the good works...u can see me always in ur pages...smileeeeee