My teacher, I adore you

Tens of subjects, lessons in hundreds, thousands of questions arise in my mind
Knowledge and wisdom you provide me with kind
Hours of preparation and the experience that you acquire
All come handy, when the classes transpire

Your light hearted comments become comical breaks for us
Without which subjects seems nothing but a fuss
Deep inside, you imbibe in us principles of morality
The joy of understanding the concept brings tranquillity

Every year one batch fades by and a new batch blossom
It’s an end for many yet a new beginning for some
Each year new dreams sparkle
Some perish, and a few twinkle
Every year precious gems are crafted out of lifeless stones
You turn us into ‘humans’ just from flesh and bones

The souls that loose in the fight against evil
Would blame their teacher, their guru for the reasons nil
The many that win against the odds
Remember their redeemers as equal to God
The former could not take away the sparkle of your glory
Though the latter does add feather to your story

Times change, and so do we
You are our foundation just like the trunk of a tree
What remains unchanged is the soul of a teacher
You are an institution of knowledge, you are the best preacher

                                                                                Thank you for being my Teacher
                                                              Pinaki.