(This poem I'm writing is dedicated to the "guru",
who isn't in this world but always'll remain in my heart)
I remember that day, when I came Into your class
you were sitting in the middle of mass,
I was crying b'cause the place wasn't familiar
but then the warm smile came and I received the first book of my life;
I was raw, unriped and had nothing to be your student,
but it was my guru who taught me lessons and made me bright student;
The strength, sacrifices and time you had invested in your students
is admirable.
just a day cannot define your endeavour
and mere words aren't enough to your grandeur;
I cannot forget those games and sums,
those punishments and philosophies
that you taught us;
I 'm debtor to you and always 'll be, because you gave me the invaluable gift of my life "knowledge"
Thank you, for everything .....
you 're not here
but your teachings'll always be with me like your blessings.....
-Hetal Rathod
©hetalr
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