Shambhavi Singh

Tears rolled down her cheeks,
for she was betrayed again.
Her heart shrunk, yes.
She felt the pain.
Deliberately was it done
to hurt her.
He succeeded.
She was broken,
but not into a million pieces.
Just one part,
the part which held her faith.
She had lost her trust in love,
so she promised to build one again.
She wiped off her tears
and gently said,
"I FORGIVE YOU."

'Teacher' - a word that takes me back to the start,
The start of my very first day at school.
I tightly clenched my mother's hand.
I was afraid to let her go,
But suddenly somebody held my other hand
and all my fear flew 'cause there was someone to understand.
She wiped my tears and took me to class.
It's when my grooming starts.
I understood that a teacher is the second mother or father I had,
For which I'm still glad.
I am glad that I lived under their guidance.
They taught me all, all they had.
All the manners and values I have are just because of them.
In my growing life, they are the stem.
Like a tree, I have reached heights,
For my strength re-unites.
Teachers are my preachers,
They'll live in my heart forever.
For they have given me strength to endeavor.
They are my most precious treasure.