Dear Teachers of mine

Dear teachers of of mine
Who are miles so far away
Whom I hardly see these days
But always close to my heart
How could I ever thank you?

Diamonds and dollars?
Gratitude and love?
Perhaps roses will do
Not just one rose
But a garden of roses
I shall grow for you.
They shall bloom as
Yellow with pink tinge at sunrise,
Orange with white tinge at midday
And Red at bedtime.
It is all for you from my garden of love.
A Poem byRanjini who blogs atLife is a BoX of ChoColate...

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