Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -06-Mar-2023

My favourite teacher 


Cold crisp sound of falling leaves , not so lovely smell of damp that screams looser. 
But a teacher warm hand rescued me from there and showed how pretty is cold winds. 
She became my favourite teacher ,her subject was English and she taught me how to speak. 
The iron wall of silence that was not moving but with her aura was enough the wall is falling apart. 
She gave me a bread of communication and after the course I could see people around. 

My favourite teacher was my English teacher as she taught me how to be bold. 
She gave me clay and lemme be free and showed me creativity wings and power. 
I could walk again under the sun and could look into eyes once again. 
She with a wide smile without any anger firey words gave me heavy beautiful knowledge. 
That help me sprout me from the cold seed and could smile without any makeup. 


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Ajay Tiwari

10-Mar-2023 09:33 AM

Very nice

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madhura

09-Mar-2023 02:11 PM

nice

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Punam verma

08-Mar-2023 09:28 AM

Very nice

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