Poem -



'Gratitude' is not potent enough to describe the feeling of sharing so many habits born of love.

Embracing weekly, in touch daily, on the mind hourly, but missed constantly.

That hug may have been our last, but at least we had our habits.

When a student becomes a teacher himself, 'gratitude' does no justice in describing the feeling of remembering each priceless lesson with clarity. 

Those years of guidance have done their job. And so your job is done. 

But 'gratitude' doesn't share your strength, and cannot describe how it feels to inherit the true secret to a blissful universe.

You've made me feel competent and worthy to weild such knowledge. I will use it wisely.