On Teachers Day
I am like the midnight glory
That only you can see, with wisdom hoary
For when I am low or I don't know
You understand and tell me how
To start anew, without fear
And so, you are my teacher
The midnight oil, you taught me to burn
And with dexterity, make the urn
'Tis empty now, but not for long
For you've promised to light my way along
The rugged trail to a bright future
And so, you are my teacher
No matter who, no matter where
Your only care, to make us a debonair
To spur us on, you wake at dawn
And rousing words from your mouth spawn
My urn is filling with psychological feature
And so, you are my teacher
A fantastic preacher, with every feature
Of the best potter, peacher
Minor cracks show as I go astray
But with potters clay, you fill it up, cliche
A legendary creature helps me fill my urn deeper
And so..., you are my teacher
And so, you are my teacher...
poem by Ayush Anand
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