He is like a mystery, and no one can tell his history;
He helps like a father and cares like a mother,
He is very faithful and so we can be hopeful,
He is pure like a curd, and to describe there is no word
He is our only teacher and has made many preacher;
He paved the way for the path of love & made to fly always like a dove
He will never become old, but always shines like a gold
He listens to our sorrow and little-little he borrowed.