Teachers are the best books in the library of your soul. Each rack holds a beautiful gem. Living with dead-drunk longing is a student. Who keeps them as rare as golden-baby into the womb of his heart. They dazzle like a pearl under the ocean of knowledge. Where the fish of society wraps them below the net of pride.
They make their parents to cry in pride. Who sits like a dew drop on the grass of their soul. All this happened of teachers, who filled with intense rain of knowledge. From them universally emerges a glossy gem. Which makes a sweet enigmatic love with Earth’s heart. The blessed one all around here is the student.
A relationship as pure as mother’s love is, seen between the teacher and the student. But, certain fuck-pluck stupids failed to understand their pride. Through saccharine words they melt out our heart. Then at one point, their words born as fire ball which serves as a light in the lamp of our soul. By its divine flash we become a gem. We then, fortunately smeared with the perfume of knowledge.
Then to everyone, sprinkles a flavour of knowledge. There from the soil wake up an another seed named student. Who becomes a gem. And, the place of intellectualism dance with pride. This adds a profound satisfaction in everyone’s soul. Of this, sprouts a leaf of inspiration in others heart.
But, some corpses are breathing with hollow heart. Their smirk will powdered into the teachers burning radiance of knowledge. And disappear from the realm of their soul. But, one who adore them as their crown is student. Who will make his teachers to live in pride. And, he forever cherish his master as an integral gem.
Everyone will turn into a gem If they work hard with dedication in their heart. Then the world will speak your pride. By defining your invincible knowledge. Which still keep you as a student. In its vast soul.
Teachers hold their pride like gem. And their soul will lives in everyone’s heart. By reflecting the legacy of their knowledge in every student.
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