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To Teachers Everywhere

With blackboards and chalk pieces,
Art books and drawing sheets,
rulers and geometry sets,
and notebooks, don't forget.
The smell of ink, and first cursive writing
Oh! The feeling, so exciting.
With text books and labels,
with stories and fabels,
you taught us to cross roads,
and today we cross nations and more!
Armed with History, Physics and Chemistry,
we have tried to slove most of worlds mysteries.
Biology and Zoology have shown us where we are from,
but only the future will show us what we've become.
Even though Mathematics flew over my head
English literature saved me from its dread.
We have been to Colleges and Universities,
and it has taught us about human diversities.
Philosophy has always been a friend.
And lets not forget Psychology in the end.
No matter what, we could not have done it without you
You guided us, picked us up, and put us on the best path you knew.
You moulded us like clay,
into the person we are today.
For this we are ever so grateful.
For this we are ever so joyful.
Being a teacher is not easy,
and teaching us couldn't have been breezy.
Yet you stood strong,
and told us right from wrong.
Sometimes you taught in classrooms,
and other times at home.
Wherever possible a lesson was taught,
so we may grow to have a big brave heart.
For this and more I will always cherish you.
My teacher,  my guide, I am what I am, because I learnt from you.
Happy Teacher's Day to each and every teacher, professional or parent, uncle or aunt, friend or foe, who taught us valuable life lessons.

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