O my dear teacher!
Like cocoon in dry shell,
waiting to come out,
We are safe in your presence.
Those who pave light,
in our way are honoured.
Those who supply wisdom,
are worshipped in hearts.
Ignorance are not to hurt,
But to be rectified.
Mistakes and folly;
are to be reversed,
with the guidance.
We owe to be Ekalavyas,
And not tears in your eyes.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
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