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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)