Seema Chowdhury

(14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

Good Bye Teacher


Its hard to say goodbye with smiles
When a nice teacher is going away miles

Even though today we're all in mope
But anyway we shouldn't lose our hope

As we know Lord's rule of this green eartg
Is to assign a task at our birth

And teaching is a task that was assigned to you
To spread knowledge's light with your own view

And we know you're a teacher who is nice
Who's always willing to give us advice

And today you're really going very far
But remember this wherever you are

That we wish you a life that's free of sorrow
Where path of troubles are always narrow

And Lord's blessings are there to stay with you
And that's a wish that is sincere and true.

Submitted: Monday, October 20, 2008

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