Tears of ReverA Poem by ASHRITH HARITHdedicated my dear english teacherThere are some people Who give us things There are some who take There are some who give themselves Their attitude, experience and character Which is far beyond priceless They help us crawl So that, we can one day run We go on to bricking The finest of monuments But forget Who taught us what a straight line is Patents may queue up for our stock of art The hero goes unsung Everyone has a teacher However only some Through words, Acts, expressions and Tears of rever Celebrate the seed of their success. © 2011 ASHRITH HARITH |
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Added on September 5, 2011 Last Updated on September 5, 2011 |