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Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Teacher

You never know,
or could ever know,
you, the stranger,
walking by,
could be my Teacher.

There isn's a word shared,
sometimes there is,
but the world around,
is no classroom.

Yet you are my teacher,
by doing whatever you do,
by writng what you go through,
by preaching somewhere far away,
by doing all those things,
i never thought,
could be done!

You become,
to me-the perfect stranger,
a Teacher!!

2 comments:

Jeevan said...

Nice poem. Liked the first and last stanza!

monu said...

Thanks for the nice comment. :)