For eyes that dream in the midst of night,
For dreams that shine without any light.
For a heart that feels lonely and lost.
For desires which are rising at unknown cost.
For books that are torn but craved to be read,
As knowledge remains to seep inside the head.
For pens on the table are willing to write,
As the chapters of History are encouraging to fight.
For the pages are awaiting to be beautifully filled,
As the blocks of wisdom are prepared to be built.
For the hardworking child who presents his labor,
Gets no motivation neither any favor.
Confused and lost he knocks the door,
With a hope in heart to discover more.
Softly and slowly comes out a man,
Who is willing to support as much as he can.
He'll be the pillar when times go wrong,
He'll be the reason to make all strong.
He's a treasure house of knowledge and learning,
Respect and warmth are the biggest of his earning.
The strength of students for one and all,
Such an individual is a Teacher we call...