Person to whom I am indebted,
To the one who is inevitable.
In my life you are one,
Who inculcate virtues to my life zone.
My life is blessed.
My pall of sadness removed.
A motherly touch,
A godly care.
Your knowledge never limits.
Pleased to impart in us within.
You are my guiding beacon,
I do now recon.
To the naughty tots,
And tampering teens,
Your blissful charisma
Worked to be of great surprise.
Thistles in my path
Turned to be a rose bed.
My life turned to fragrance
With your inexorable presence.
No words could express gratitude.
No tribute I give,
Can thank your efforts.
All I have or can
Is to dedicate this poem
To all my teachers
Who nurtured my talents.
A tribute to all teachers. I am really moved by your deep sentiments for teacher community. I remember 'Guru Brahma' the Sanskrit sloka while reading this poem. good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your writing is so heart felt as if you were a little girl lost in the deep forest with wild dangerous animals all around. It was horrible and frightening, and then the miricle happened: An angel appeared and guided you along the right path and brought you home safe.............. But put in your very deep respectful way and I think it is wonderful and very well done by you....... A very important tribute Thank you for telling it..................Jim Troy