The teachers we once had,
loving an caring now no more.
Showed us the good from bad,
we were loved, loved to the core.
Bound to duty they taught us,
and made who we today are.
They cared and made no fuss, we
dared to dream and dreamt to dare.
New class, benches and walls,
would push us thru' the year.
Seasons went till winter falls,
we lads grew and threw out fear.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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