Teacher
Rhythm of bubbles and troubles Wearing a mask of whitey dust Strain eyes and torn throat Moan voice dies a gusty wind And the mighty world turns of their words Always a day in the knight Parrot as a woman and crow a man No eye opens wide in shamal Best curse reflects from good advice Never the sun peeps from clouds but you She excoriates but a shadow stitch She is life in the fast lane on them Shaft bullock and the life jacket An innate desire and outer manifestation Are shadowy rushing shadowlands and a full moon That sinking feeling rises as ball of fire The duce of making a barrel of laughs Is like churning the world of A bridge too far But for you is not a bit much Your offshoots never fades The pray for your eternal life Journey are ladder fixed and words of pride shines The life you lead we will live Long live my teacher; happy teacher's day