A Tribute to My Teachers
(For all the teachers around the world)
How thee feel,
lot I wonder
Of
thy aspirations and determined teaching,
Departure of
thine, less I ponder
As thee shelter
me all above.
Nothing was I
and noting I’ll be.
Rhyme
of mine goes to all teachers,
Regardless
of partiality, experience and gender,
Four
words imparted to me art my preachers,
In
the hearts of students only thee enter.
Thou
art praiseworthy but speechless I become
As
beyond eternity’s my appreciation, heartily I welcome.
Teachers’ art
second parents, the world says!
But less I
discriminate as thou art simply flawless.
Of all the
noble, thee the ideal choosen stays,
As thee burn thy
candle to light my darkness.
Sometimes
struggled, depressed and blamed thou art,
Yet, solely
destined was thee to inspire my life.
Dreams
art what abruptly I feared to dream,
Yet,
I dare dream now at thy endeavours.
Deceitful
was I, but divinely educated I am,
With
sky the limit and paradise so close.
Finding
my true intelligence was thy priceless lesson,
Till
doomsday thine memoirs, my lines shall mention.
Criticism is
what thee hath to face,
But critics in
itself is thy motivation to preach,
Because of thee,
my mind flourishes in peace,
To my destiny
and dreams, thou art my bridge.
Pioneering all
profession, the future thee determine,
What’s in fate,
evidently thee can examine.
So poor I am but
zealously I salute;
To thy
inspiration and footsteps, this is my tribute…
By:
Lobzang Basil Dawa
B. Sc. Life Science
3rd Semester(2012)
Sherubtse College
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