The Architects of our Life

Like painting a picture so beautifully in a book,

Giving the final touches to beautify its look,

Our teachers take the pains to give us a finish,

Finally, we come out with beauty and flourish.

                                                              

During our schooldays, we spill ink on our pictures,

But this is easily rubbed off by their endless lectures,

Every touch of their brush is filled with love,

For they are a heavenly gift from the father above.

Darkening the borders, filling the white places,

Till my last days, I’ll remember their face,

So caring and kind, each with their own style,

The volume of their love can suck hollow the Nile.

But from deep within my feelings does show,

My gratitude, affection and love does glow,

You’ll miss them for sure, I assure you that,

They are our dearest, never ever forget that.

For teachers are the ones who design our way,

The path to success, for our welfare they pray,

They lay the foundations of all their students,

And helps them in developing their own talents.

They build us strong to face this world,

Right from the first they begin to mould,

They secure our future and take care of us,

We all love them, so we make much fuss.

They teach us in a way to become someone,

For they care for us, as we tell everyone,

Greatly and beautifully they teach us kids,

Their love doesn’t require an arrow of Cupid’s…