My Teacher

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I loved my teacher As preacher Who could guide me till end? As philosopher and friend He was elderly person Straight forward man with noble reasons His aim was to part with knowledge To right persons of any age He could spot some hidden talent His eyes were quick enough to find trend I was not quick but honest to pick He used to show me sometimes stick too He was generous and affectionate I could find many of his steps to relate He was less of teacher than father I was always impressed with his offer He will give me some sweets Call me with affection ad n greet This led me to believe in tolerance Preserve the skill and show when get chance He will leave many loop holes For me to decide with opposite poles He will present me with alternatives And warn too to find in selective manner

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