In the silent corridors of knowledge deep,
You stand as a beacon, a promise to keep.
With wisdom vast, and patience so rare,
You guide us through with utmost care.

Every lesson taught, every story shared,
Is a thread of gold in the fabric prepared.
For you are the weaver, the artist, the sage,
Who turns the blank into a colorful page.

Through trials and errors, through joy and strife,
You teach us the values that shape our life.
Your words are the keys that unlock our mind,
In your presence, true wisdom we find.

So here’s to you, our mentor, our guide,
With gratitude and respect, deep and wide.
For the seeds you plant in hearts and souls,
Will bloom and grow, making us whole.