To a Teacher

If I am asked for a boon

   I will pray to almighty 

to remain beneath the grace

   Like a calm blissful moon.

Like the petals of flower

       I'll blossom further

erasing the pain of wilt

       I will diffuse so far

As a murmuring spring 

    I sing the song of eternity

Though I am a troop of darkness,

    tunneling through the conflicts

Your hand on my head 

    Is not a component of N.R

It's the invisible photon

    Which makes the path smoother

A teacher who burns 

   to lighten the ignorance of night

With a gratitude bow

    My love & respect to that Knight.