The world comes to a still,
All glory comes to minuscule,
While the love of the student,
Towards teacher is ardent.
And none can perverse this,
For divine and unaffected it is.
All glory comes to minuscule,
While the love of the student,
Towards teacher is ardent.
And none can perverse this,
For divine and unaffected it is.
<3 growing love! 💕😍
ReplyDeleteOne of my teachers would always tell us that we can dedicate a particular work only if it's our own. So, this work of mine is dedicated to you!
DeleteThis means a lot to me, ma'am! Thank you so much. This is making me feel sad, I don't want to leave college! 😭
DeleteLook on the brighter side, you get to see the world!
DeleteSeeing you everyday is much better! 😉
DeleteTrust me, your memory of me will fade away eventually. You'll meet many more in your journey through life.
Delete😱 what makes you say that, ma'am? I will see many faces, it's true, but I will never stop bothering you! :(
ReplyDeleteYou'll be left with memories only, memories which have very less power to overpower your thoughts! I wish you all the very best. Do keep in touch!
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