Poetry

Teacher

My whole life I have to live with Nature,

Teacher dear help to shape my future.

Blank in my mind, like a clear sky,

Furnish me with the knowledge to fly.

Like the God who makes the sunshine,

Make me sparkle, my mind refine.

Help me to gain the knowledge I crave.

Thus I would live till end in a grave.

 

                                                    ~ Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

                                                            Pakistan

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