My teacher always tells me that I am the best,
She helps me to just progress and leave the rest.
She helped me find, friends like me,
She made everyone love, the crippled me.
When I was slow learner, she held my hand,
Among high achievers, she made me stand.
When I couldn't speak, she made me shout,
She helped my shyness to just blow out.
When I couldn't see, she taught me Braille,
It was nothing, but her motivation that made me sail.
It is her love, that in me, has always manifest,
Truly I can say, my teacher, "You are the best" !
- Meeta
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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