When god deserted earth, He left mankind a gift. A holy job that only few could take up, A job of fixing the educational rift. We generally call them teachers, who take care of our development. Correcting us in every single aspect, From academics to ethical enhancement. Paying gratitude our whole life will not be enough, The job they took up is truly divine. Their relationship with us is special than all bonds, and is also stronger than a metal twine. They are people who try to achieve the impossible thing, Making us evolve to our best possible form. Determined, respectable, oh! What can't I call them? If I go on I'll bring a word-storm. -SRIMANTH