O’ my dear teacher,
To me you are a preacher,
You are so special,
You are an encyclopedia to me.
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
You are like a mirror,
Who reflects everyone,
You are like a flower,
Who blooms every morning
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
Were you ever a child?
And did you ever weep?
For a petty matter,
Or did you ever peep,
If you didn’t know what to write,
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
For me you are a mixture,
Of jokes, wisdom and happiness,
For me you are not a human,
But an angel from heaven,
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
You are as bright as a sun,
You are as wise as an owl,
You are as gentle as a lamb,
You are as funny as a clown,
Your voice is as sweet as honey,
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
When I ask you a word’s meaning,
You are a dictionary to me.
When I want to know about the world,
You are a Wikipedia to me.
When you crack jokes,
You are a clown to me.
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
O’ my dear teacher,
Do tell me,
About everything you do,
And your teaching methods,
And oh! Do tell me all of your jokes,
So that when I grow up I can be just like you,
O’ storehouse of knowledge!
But let me tell you one last thing,
You are not only a storehouse of knowledge,
But also a storehouse of jokes, fun and joy,
You are the most special person,
O’ storehouse of everything!
O’ my dear teacher,
Do reply soon…
