THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
My Teacher Teacher, my teacher I come to thee with my arms wide open, To say thank you deeply from my heart, Teacher, my teacher. From being illiterate, you saved me, From all the aspects of life. ‘Cause you loved and cared for me so much, That’s why you disclosed to me the ways of victory, Truly true, your ways of shaping me. With my arms wide open, I come to thee, To show you, your creation in me. What I am, is your inner ambiance’s shadow, Filled with the colors of life, simply extraordinary, Truly true, your ways of inspiring me. Teacher, my teacher, I come to thee, with my right hand raised, To salute you for your eternal deeds, Teacher, my teacher.
154