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Friday, 4 September 2009

Teacher - My God

Teacher - My God


When All Alone Sitting In The Dark,
I Didn't Even  Saw  A Single Spark.
Someone Held My Hand So Tight,
And Shown The Path , To The Divine Light.

He Taught Me To Fly There Up So High,
And Gave Me Knowledge How To Land.
He Saved Me From Every Stare Of Eye,
Faced My Fights & Held My Hand.

He Shines Like Sun & Is Calm Like Moon,
He Bears My Pain & Smiles Very Soon.

I Love Him A Lot , He's My Lord,
Thats My Teacher You're My God.




- आर्यन " पथिक "

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