The vanishing lusters, Of her dismounting hair, Her agonizing flusters, At the sight of a stair. Those wrinkled eyes, Gleam with a beady dew, As her memories slice, Through the days I grew.
Teachers Are like stairs, Staying where they're, They let us reach the heights, We owe our success to them but They are down-to-earth and egoless. They should be respected, not neglected.
Sometimes climbing stairs Sometimes eaten by snakes, tumbling down to start from the beginning. Not snakes and ladder but the game of life. One has to face ups and downs to reach destiny.