When I look at the empty chair
When I look
At the empty chair
I feel nostalgic
My mentor, my teacher
Sat on it
Now lies in the corner
Without him
He is no more
Others cannot see him
I can see him sitting
His memories become alive
His teachings revived
Motivates me
To do my best
In an honest way
As he taught me
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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