Teacher

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Every step in life

is a learning in its own

Every step that we own

is taught by someone

known – unknown or no one, but, life

 

An ode to all the teachers

might never suffice in true sense

It’s a piece of thank you note

An expression of gratitude

to everyone & everything

that made my life to make sense

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