The teacher says:
Everyone....
All....
travel,
everywhere, all places...
All journeys end,
some day or the other.
But,
only, very few people's journey's end
becomes, the beginning for so many
in so many ways....
Your journey will also be one like that....
The student says:
A teacher is a river,
and the students its banks.
Just as the mighty Ganges,
shapes its banks
so do you....
Like her, you might be polluted
by the pilgrims...
but then you are still loved and worshipped.
Do not forget...
"You are my teacher"
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