Knowledge is but divine water,
And teachers are the waterfalls quenching our thirst.
Teachers are holy altars,
And we are the needy waiting to be blessed.
They make us taller,
By teaching us the difference between best and worst.
Knowledge is but a speeding breeze,
And teachers are the ones who come aid.
Teachers are sacred trees,
And we take refugee under their holy shade.
You lend an ear, when bad fortunes make a way towards here.
You paint a smile, in the dullest of time.
You put a halter, around anyone who makes me falter.
You give me strength, by assuring help at arm’s length.
Let rules not be told, because
To me, fair friend, you never can be old.