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Teacher 04/09/2020
P. Bala S Devi

I didn't know which child was hungry
Nor the one who thomped in, angry.
Knew not I if there was a smile
Harboured in the cozy sweet style.

I focused on rendering my service
Trying to pry open with words,
The little hearts, with a stitch in hand
Saving as much souls as I behold..

The press of Krishna's thumb saved Parth
David's stone  slayed  mighty Goliath.
A pinch of salt tastens the palette
The word changes and charges the path.

My eyes see only your growth
Every time that I enter your class
I take a ticket to your mind as I 
Pray that I plant only seeds and songs.

Your tiny hearts you have entrusted
And believe me I would guide safe.
Soar high fat and far as I stand on,
Starting  afresh with the next-gen. (eration)

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