When I joined the school it was June br I cried and cried that day till it was noon br But, who was that lady going round and round br Comforting kindly each one to calm down br br I came to know that she was our teacher br Whom we should be afraid of, I was told later br To keep quiet, when in the middle did she chatter br Otherwise she would prove to be a harsh beater br br But, the fact was that it never happened br She was strict, though never she frightened br She was punctual, though never she threatened br She was wonderful, though we realized at the end br br She taught us alphabets, how to write br She taught us manners, how to be right br She taught us maths that made us bright br She taught us that never others we should slight br br She used to say whether you become doctor or engineer br But she insisted that we should never lose our cheer br She emphasized that we should never give room to fear br Even when we would be in the middle of fire br br We thank her for developing a learning skill br Which will guide us like a lantern life time full br We know that a lot remains to be done still br Her guidance will for sure help our sweet dreams fulfill br br We all thank her immensely for the taste br She developed in us, quietly, without any haste br And this fire of learning desire will never go waste br And we will be out to achieve great things of chastebr br Bashyam Narayananbr br