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A STORY OF "TEACHER'S PET"

It was a fine winter morning
When I and my friend reached our school shivering
We were the first to reach the school
And so were blushing with pride in our shining wool
We entered the class room singing for ourselves
We jumped the desks and whistled to the shelves
It was a fine winter morning, no one has a complaint
We had a great time; greater than any powerful saint
It longed not more than an hour’s time
Our principal arrived searching for the victims of the crime
It was then that we came to know that our voices have reached their maximum
And disturbed a serious meeting going on in the auditorium
We have no words to speak no reason to explain
Because we are the school leaders and so our every reason would go in vain
This very moment no one could save us
We had counseling by the principal that suck the blood out of us
We were pet and pampered by the entire school since our childhood
And today we are standing in front of the principal with our heads looking at our foot
We were controlling our sorrow with great difficulty
When the guests have arrived after their grand party
We hung our heads in shame fearing that the principal may reveal our secret
But what then happened has changed our entire lives in a moment
Our principal hugged us with a huge beam 
And introduced us to them with self esteem
She named us her jewels, the fame of the school
She winked at us, signing us to move out of the tear pool
That day she showed us what a teacher is
In the way she has forgiven us with such an ease
Teachers are the ones who scold us when we are alone
But enthrone us before everyone
Because, to us they may be nothing
But to them we are everything.

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