SONNET NO. 21 - THE GUIDE
SONNET NO. 21 - THE GUIDE
As a boon to me. I complement my strain,-
To those deep roots who've been our vein.,
Hon'ble elders, they frame each mile.,
And the precious tear behind every smile.
You held on tight our hands to write,-
The very first word with black on white.,
You walked forth and led us march,-
With pleasant care at seven or eight.,
Learnt as well we worship your spell,-
Yet suddenly stop at the ring of bell.,
Whole of life our paths you mould,-
And find us young yet we're old..,
I bow at you with respect I pay,-
On an auspicious eve of Teacher's Day...!!!
- A Student
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07:30pm.....04/09/2012...!!!
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