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To My Teachers

 We walk into their presence

On unsteady feet
That first day away from home
That first meet and greet

We are scared and clumsy
Not knowing how to be 
They hold our hands and reassure us
They open our eyes to all there is to see

As we grow up
These relations also evolve
From being the gentle nurturar
They begin to take a realistic call

Sometimes a motherly hug
Some days, a friend's listening ear
Whatever role they take on
The right ones let us know they care

They remain where they were
And see the fruits of their labour spread out
That's how special our teachers are
They are the ones we could never do without

I wish saying thank you was enough
I wish there were enough words to convey
How your faith in me is my strength
How blessed I feel to be your student today
-Tamrina 

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