My Teachers are the towering trees <br />casting shadows, <br />cold n thick; <br />under which i feel <br />a comfort, pleasure, endless ease... <br /> <br />I dive deep, <br />n daily dive <br />into the ocean <br />of their wisdom full of knowledge <br />which, by any manner of means, <br />stretches broad as skies <br />n deep like those seas... <br /> <br />My Teachers are those perfect guides <br />who taught me how to love n live, <br />never to take <br />but always to give <br />n give, just give <br />n keep on giving... <br />n taught me that, 'for to be social <br />is to be forgiving.'... <br /> <br />i feel honor, <br />deep pleasure <br />offering homage <br />to my great n worthy teachers, <br />to my honored second parents... <br />this is true, O God Almighty! <br />they purified n sustained <br />my raw n stubborn cruel self... <br />they are, O God! your gifted beings <br />they crafted my inner features...! ! <br /> <br />(thanks saadat for worthy suggestions)<br /><br />Shahzia Batool<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-teachers-2/
