Eyes full of passion & knowledge
Enhanced with scholar specs
Her voice like cuckoo’s, commands over twisted problems
She’s my tutor; She’s my well wisher
A frail figure, teaching is her Rh factor
Wrinkles of experience flashing with sight
Practice is her power; Dedication is her
She’s my tutor; She’s my well wisher
I learnt from her – “Maths is fun”
Gone those days when I was with her
I swear MATHS is never without her
She’s my tutor; She’s my well wisher
Her words encouraged me
Her words made me score
To all I say
“WHY FEAR WHEN SREEMATI MA’M IS HERE! ! !
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Excellent tribute to your teacher.........she will be proud of you..... beautifully good work.......... ;)