Teacher's ecstasy !

Life seems like a fantasy
When I met an ecstacy.
A friend in a teacher
A teacher in a friend.

Making our limits higher
As an amplifier
Good, better and best
She never takes rest.

Taking a proud pride on her  chest
That never fades your zest
Focus clear
I know the class is weird.

The power to tackle with a game
Leaving a print in tame
A companion who came hands
When struggle expanded its bands.

She is no less than a diamond
Love for her will never end
Bestowed with love
 A blessing from the great Lord.

Life seems like a fantasy
When I met an ecstacy
A friend in teacher
A teacher in friend.
                              -- Sujitha

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