Whom I often see; Whom I often see;

My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them My teacher sometimes becomes a weaver To weave her dreams and turns them

They are not stars They are no superhero They are not stars They are no superhero

Painting Our minds, Guiding our thoughts. Painting Our minds, Guiding our thoughts.

This poem covers the part of loneliness which a person faces when someone close goes far away from h... This poem covers the part of loneliness which a person faces when someone close ...

Thank you teacher for... Thank you teacher for...