<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450741" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little Teacher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At times a little teacher stands before me<br>With a smiling face.<br>And her sweet mouth speaks<br>Things I have never heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cute girl of early teens, <br>A teacher of principles self imposed.<br>In her class I am the lone pupil<br>And she teaches me ever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chambers of my recollections past<br>Cry for a change perhaps, <br>My old teachers fade into oblivion<br>As my new teacher waits to steal in. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My learning is her choice<br>Though the subjects taught are none new.<br>No notes, no admonishing and no comparisons! <br>I begin to learn the mind of a growing child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There arises only one question-<br>How long will she teach like this? <br>As she makes steps forward unto her tomorrows<br>I shall cease to be her pupil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My steps are made as well<br>As the tomorrows won`t leave me alone.<br>Somewhere I may stand stranded with feeble feet<br>And the gale of ailments may begin to cross my frame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I shall remember the lessons taught by you<br>My little teacher, my philosopher once<br>And I shall hold on to your kind love and care<br>Oh! My dear daughter, let us stop for now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=M.d+Dinesh+Nair">M.d Dinesh Nair</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=450741" data-title="A Little Teacher de M.d Dinesh Nair" data-description="At times a little teacher stands before me With a smiling face. And her sweet mouth speaks Things I have never heard. A cute girl of early teens, A teacher of principles self imposed. In her class I am the lone pupil And she teaches me ever. Th..."></div> </div> </div>

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