My thoughts on teachers day
I don’t hold treasures made of gold,
But stories new and lessons old.
Each day I share a little light,
Hoping to guide a mind just right.
Sometimes strict, sometimes kind,
Always your growth is on my mind.
I cheer your wins,
I feel your fall,
Your journey forward is worth it all.
If in your heart m³ŕþùññy words take root,
That is my prize,
my sweetest fruit.
For every smile, each “now I see,”
Is the gift my students give to me.
But stories new and lessons old.
Each day I share a little light,
Hoping to guide a mind just right.
Sometimes strict, sometimes kind,
Always your growth is on my mind.
I cheer your wins,
I feel your fall,
Your journey forward is worth it all.
If in your heart m³ŕþùññy words take root,
That is my prize,
my sweetest fruit.
For every smile, each “now I see,”
Is the gift my students give to me.
-Sangeeta
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