It’s the reminiscence of her
That rocks me back to my school days.
She was the angel of God, the almighty.
She was a friend in need
Who consoled me, congratulated me
I loved her, she loved me too
She put me in tune
With the music of the fabulous language
She nurtured in me
The spark of Divinity
She was my guide, who swayed my way
She moulded me, incited me, realised me.
She was not a mere teacher for me
But she was the incarnation of holy virtues
She was too full of the milk of human kindness.
Have you ever seen such a teacher like my sister?
Now I long for my past days
Which ebbed into the bosom eternity?
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