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Teacher

 

With an insatiable urge
For your walk
Chalk and Talk
You illumine the dark
With eternal spark.

Teacher,you torch bearer
You render meaning
To the gist of living
Burning and shining
A lighting candle
Every passing second
That does dwindle.

For posterity you pave way
Which is your sole pay!

Though poverty
Is attached
To your holy profession
Keep on building a nation!

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While I was a teacher people used to ask me don't

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