To sir, with love

 O dear gardener of minds,

with Thy tender love and care,

the fragile buds

bloom beautifully,

like fresh fragrant flowers.

The fledglings fly,

spreading their wings.

Their confident, skilled flights

spanning the vast skies.

While we pack their meal boxes,

you stuff their hearts,

with reason and science

and yes that dreaded mathematics too.

You feed them

succulent, scrumptious tit bits of knowledge,

helping them grow;

helping them reach their potentials;

helping them become their true selves.

The fledglings of today.

Brave birds of tomorrow.

All because

you chose to be their teachers.

Thank you.

Insufficient yet somehow sufficing

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗