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 A tree can grow two ways - 

It grows against gravity 

Upwards, taller. 

Visibly. 

It can also grow downwards;

Inside, roots spreading out deep. 

In the dark, when no one can see. 

You could get laughed at for lagging behind, 

You could get laughed at for being too slow. 

But what they don't know is that

You ARE growing; but quietly. 

On the inside. 

It's called getting ready 

To grow outward. 

And none of that could truly happen

Without that feeling of awareness from the outside. 

Which is what a teacher is for. 

Who helps you grow in ways you never thought to, 

Who helps you find the light to learn, 

Even when it's in a dark, damp place.

Who stands by you when all else wouldn't, 

Who holds you in place when strong winds blow. 

A teacher is the constant force

Appearing to push us off the cliff of knowledge, 

But really pulling us into the world outside.


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  1. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2026 at 7:12 PM

    Wow awesome Shri !!! Love you

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2026 at 11:20 PM

    Perfect dedication to teacher on teacher's day
    From
    Pushpa patti

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2026 at 11:55 PM

    Soooooperb Shriyandhaa. Beautiful explanation. They are the openers of our Arivukkan. Through them only we can see the world.
    Shankari. Pushpa paatti friend

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 6, 2026 at 12:36 AM

    Amazing tribute for the teachers on this special day by a studious girl. God bless you immensely with a brilliant ,bright academic years ahead.
    Pushkala paati

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