By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)

(This poetry I am writing is dedicated to the guru who isn’t in this world but always will remain in my heart)
I remember that day,
when I came into your class
You were sitting in the middle of the mass.
I was crying,
because the place wasn’t familiar
But then the warm smile came and
I received the first Book of my life.
I was raw, unripped and had nothing to be your student !
But it was my guru
who taught me right lessons
and made me a bright student;
The strength, sacrifices and time
you had invested in your student
is admirable !
Just a day cannot define your endeavour
And mere words aren’t enough to your grandeur;
I cannot forget those games and sums
Those punishments and philosophies
That you taught me;
I’m debtor to you and always will be,
Because you illuminated the light of ‘Knowledge’
As a diamond is only recognized by the jeweller,
You recognised your student
And polished them like Gems.
Guruji,
You were my pride and privilege !
I always will cherish
your advice and affection,
Your philosophies and phrases
Thank you for everything !
You are not here,
But your teachings will always be with me like your blessings !.
-Your Student
By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)
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