I wrote this poem for my stupendo fantabulously fantastic teacher, Radha ma'am for her birthday.
There's a lady who can mould,
Dull minds into gold.
Our hearts are alight with a flame,
That from her love and care came.
To me, she's a friend, a mentor,
Not just a teacher,
she's an awakener.
She looks for the best in people;
Oh bless that nurturing soul,
She leaves them better on the whole.
For all the affection, I must thank you,
You are the rarest, most loving soul I ever knew.
On your special day, I write for you
And wish fresh joys as never, too.
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Silhouette of the Soul
Poetry"Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out." Here's a collection of my mindless meanderings, midnight musings, poems, rants and random thoughts. This is all the stuff I think of while sitting i...
