Now the time has come,
To bid you adieu,
To bid adieu..
To my teacher and my friend too...
Your funny dialogues that made me chuckle,
Your countdowns, that gave me trouble,
Your every lecture that I attended,
I learned something, and the dialect was mended.
The eminence of time, you taught me too,
The best of the best, and the best is you.
The judge of the high court in my school,
I could blindly trust you, and your verdicts too,
The way you taught, the tiny bloopers you caught,
Diligence, benevolence are just qualities few,
The best of the best, and the best is you.
Your strictness made me study,
Even when I didn't want to,
Your jokes made me titter,
Something, that everyone failed to do.
Yes, the best of the best, and the best is you.
Maybe in my nightmares, or in my dreams,
Blessing me, or making me scream,
You'll always be there, even if you leave,
But the truth right now is hard to believe...
For you will never be replaced,
NEVER, till the sky is blue..
For the best of the best, and the best is you.
~Akshita Mittal
This one is for Sukhjit Sir.
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Kindred Spirit
PoetryA collection of poems from subjects ranging from anguish to thankfulness, this book describes the understanding and commonalities between two friends who are exactly the same in every aspect. Carbon copies- You can call them. Recommended for BFFs. Y...
