To the one who taught me how to learn,
Whose gentle hand, leading me into the world of wisdom,
Ignited in my soul an ever-burning flame,
A thirst for knowledge, to learn and unlearn,
To forever seek and question,
And embrace the art of thinking beyond the confines of certainty.
You planted within me the seeds of curiosity,
Evergreen, blooming each day
In ways both unexpected and wondrous.
You bestowed upon me the sacred love for learning,
Boundless and pure,
And charged me with the moral duty to share this light,
To offer my hand to those in search,
To guide with humility
As I ascend higher into the temple of wisdom.
Your guidance, like a beacon,
Has kept many from wandering astray,
Leading them onto the radiant path of knowledge.
For all your students—those whom you’ve called your own
And those whose hearts you’ve adopted along the way—
We offer our deepest gratitude,
A bouquet of blossoms laid humbly before you,
For sharing with us the greatest treasure,
A gift no thief can steal, no force can claim.
You taught us to transcend the shallow use of knowledge,
To rise above its mere pursuit for power or praise,
To see it as a prayer,
A sacred offering,
Lifting us closer to the truth
And the divine.
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