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Khte h kitabe sbse achhi dost hoti h aur sikshak sbse ache salahkar jab yeh dono mil jaate h toh jondgi roshan ho jaati h Hum jindgi k kisi bhi mod pr h ho vo sikshak hme hmesha yaad aate h jinhone kitaabo k sath hi jaane anjaane jindgi k na jaane kitne hi paath hme phda diye... #better # small poem# teacher# school life# student life# love

Khte h kitabe sbse achhi dost hoti h aur sikshak sbse ache salahkar jab yeh dono mil jaate h toh jondgi roshan ho jaati h Hum jindgi k kisi bhi mod pr h ho vo sikshak hme hmesha yaad aate h jinhone kitaabo k sath hi jaane anjaane jindgi k na jaane kitne hi paath hme phda diye... #better # small poem# teacher# school life# student life# love

KUNAL GIR

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एक कठोर सा पत्थर था मै, सूखी झील से बदतर था मै। गुरु ने शील से मूरत बना दिया, काली परछाई से सूरत बना दिया। ©KUNAL GIR Poetry on Teacher #teacher #गुरु #Poetry #Poem #Worldteachersday

एक कठोर सा पत्थर था मै, सूखी झील से बदतर था मै। गुरु ने शील से मूरत बना दिया, काली परछाई से सूरत बना दिया। ©KUNAL GIR Poetry on Teacher #teacher #गुरु #Poetry #Poem #Worldteachersday

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badi hifazat se sajo kr rkha tha maine kharoch ek bhi na padne di thi maine phir bhi pata nhi ku wo kisi aur ka ho gaya itna begairat tha wo jaha chaddar aur do wakt ki roti mili waha mujhe bhul unke saath so gaya ab aankh ojhal ho jaate hai uski yaad me par fir bhi wo mudke nhi dekhta jab kuch guzzarish karta hu usse to mujhpr meri aukad patthar k rup me hai fekta ab haa uski shaadi ho gaayi to par mai ek baap ka farz to nibhaunga bhale apnese zyada khushi dene ki koshis ki usko, parab us se kabhi apni khushi ki ummeed nhi rakh paunga haa ab nayi zindagi ki chuka hai wo jisme mere sapno ka kuch hak tha lekin wo uske aane se mujhe papa kehna bhul jaaega iska bhrosa bhi mujhe beshak tha ©vercetti mansions a small poem on papa

badi hifazat se sajo kr rkha tha maine kharoch ek bhi na padne di thi maine phir bhi pata nhi ku wo kisi aur ka ho gaya itna begairat tha wo jaha chaddar aur do wakt ki roti mili waha mujhe bhul unke saath so gaya ab aankh ojhal ho jaate hai uski yaad me par fir bhi wo mudke nhi dekhta jab kuch guzzarish karta hu usse to mujhpr meri aukad patthar k rup me hai fekta ab haa uski shaadi ho gaayi to par mai ek baap ka farz to nibhaunga bhale apnese zyada khushi dene ki koshis ki usko, parab us se kabhi apni khushi ki ummeed nhi rakh paunga haa ab nayi zindagi ki chuka hai wo jisme mere sapno ka kuch hak tha lekin wo uske aane se mujhe papa kehna bhul jaaega iska bhrosa bhi mujhe beshak tha ©vercetti mansions a small poem on papa

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my dearest teacher, i don't really think you remember me; or that you would care to find out who i am. yet, this day makes me remember you; and the fact that you are an integral part, of who i have become. i have been your student, way back during my university days. you are the only teacher that i still remember; despite the years, gone past. you were one of the most horrible English professors. a lot of students weren't able to graduate, on time, because you failed them in Advanced English Writing. yet, you saw my love for English and writing. you pushed me to be better than i was. you ridiculed me and shouted at me in front of the whole class just because i happened to be late, once. you always said i could do better; so, you gave me further assignments that weren't even part of the regular curriculum. oh, how i hated you for those! however, the fact that you pushed me nonstop, helped me become more particular of myself and my writing. because of your strict attention, i developed myself further. Madam Jolina, thank you. thank you for the endless challenges you've given. i am the writer i am today, because of you. respectfully, my favorite teacher. #teacher #letter #writing #English #yqbaba

my dearest teacher, i don't really think you remember me; or that you would care to find out who i am. yet, this day makes me remember you; and the fact that you are an integral part, of who i have become. i have been your student, way back during my university days. you are the only teacher that i still remember; despite the years, gone past. you were one of the most horrible English professors. a lot of students weren't able to graduate, on time, because you failed them in Advanced English Writing. yet, you saw my love for English and writing. you pushed me to be better than i was. you ridiculed me and shouted at me in front of the whole class just because i happened to be late, once. you always said i could do better; so, you gave me further assignments that weren't even part of the regular curriculum. oh, how i hated you for those! however, the fact that you pushed me nonstop, helped me become more particular of myself and my writing. because of your strict attention, i developed myself further. Madam Jolina, thank you. thank you for the endless challenges you've given. i am the writer i am today, because of you. respectfully, my favorite teacher. #teacher #letter #writing #English #yqbaba