For My Mentor

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When my days were dull,
I felt like hell.
Bewildered by anxious,
I was losing my conscious.
Thank you for your care,
Like the precious stone which is rare.
Maths was a ghost,
But now I like it the most.
Whenever I was in desperation,
You seemed to be my inspiration.
Maths is what I really care,
Now it never seems to be a nightmare.
Thank you for opening my eyes,
The respect which I have for you never dies!

~ L Deva Darshini

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