Teacher's Thoughts.

You still gives me the memory Of a curious boy in my class room Now you are old just like me Your hair is grey, and walks with care Still you are my old student I remember you as a boy who learns A lot of talks, and talkative A lot of friends, friendships you likes You are my student, and little boy May that memory persists long I have given a fare judgement on you A studious and hardworking little one You are now a pensioner just like me Standing in the lines for your own term The bank and treasury we make friendship You gave usual gesture and respects me I knew in your mind I have still a place As teacher gave lot of inspiration As a teacher feared by the lazy ones As a teacher loved by the brilliant ones Still you looks as a boy in my mind Though I makes friendship as an old man.