The journey we knitted together,
Enlightened by your gaslight,
The benchmarks we created,
In the presence of your insight,
The laurels we claimed,
By measuring the pathways you showed,
Stepping on every pebble,
You dropped like a checkpoint.
You made us what we are here today,
From where we started to cross the hallway.
The novel of our life is still running,
Having a very much important yet delicate volume,
Written with the ink of feather in your hands,
Dipped in every variety we soaked,
The page were blank and earthy,
You altered them and created the bestseller,
Making us a precious work,
Enfolding the school lores,
A mix of bright and dark lines on the pages,
Each filled with everlasting memories.
This volume has now come to an end,
The ink *** is now to be changed,
The new chapters are waiting to be written,
Welcoming us with the new folks.
You are our great writers,
Giving us the ultimate headings we always pleaded,
With the heartwarming symphonies,
We always saw you behind our back,
Pushing us far beyond our capacities,
To stand a strong chance in the outer world.
This year is the last page,
Filling rapidly with the adorned verses,
Each with your signature,
Leaving longing nostalgic era of school,
The book where diamonds are printed,
We being your sincere disciples.
We will carry this remembrance,
Echoing in our hearts in every aspect of life,
Just few more blanks are left,
To be filled with the final note !
We were new to this globe,
Immature enough to think shady,
Having no traits and qualities to suffice,
Floating on the waters of life,
You were the sailors,
Who made our way throughout the deep oceans,
You teachers will be remembered,
In our upcoming sugary-turmoil voyage,
Who framed us in the very model,
The Jack of All Trades !
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:24 PM UTC
The journey we knitted together,
Enlightened by your gaslight,
The benchmarks we created,
In the presence of your insight,
The laurels we claimed,
By measuring the pathways you showed,
Stepping on every pebble,
You dropped like a checkpoint.
You made us what we are here today,
From where we started to cross the hallway.
The novel of our life is still running,
Having a very much important yet delicate volume,
Written with the ink of feather in your hands,
Dipped in every variety we soaked,
The page were blank and earthy,
You altered them and created the bestseller,
Making us a precious work,
Enfolding the school lores,
A mix of bright and dark lines on the pages,
Each filled with everlasting memories.
This volume has now come to an end,
The ink *** is now to be changed,
The new chapters are waiting to be written,
Welcoming us with the new folks.
You are our great writers,
Giving us the ultimate headings we always pleaded,
With the heartwarming symphonies,
We always saw you behind our back,
Pushing us far beyond our capacities,
To stand a strong chance in the outer world.
This year is the last page,
Filling rapidly with the adorned verses,
Each with your signature,
Leaving longing nostalgic era of school,
The book where diamonds are printed,
We being your sincere disciples.
We will carry this remembrance,
Echoing in our hearts in every aspect of life,
Just few more blanks are left,
To be filled with the final note !
We were new to this globe,
Immature enough to think shady,
Having no traits and qualities to suffice,
Floating on the waters of life,
You were the sailors,
Who made our way throughout the deep oceans,
You teachers will be remembered,
In our upcoming sugary-turmoil voyage,
Who framed us in the very model,
The Jack of All Trades !