Our Prof. Banavar

by Ankit V Master   Apr 28, 2006


Our Professor Banavar.

He sits on his chair all-intense.
However, welcomes every student's quest.
He sits calm, he thinks good,
Seldom would one find him out of mood.

Like a sky he is to his students,
Giving them cognitive shelter, giving them warmth.
Forgiving, humble and generous
A person, a gold, someone I have learned so much from.

He is acute he is quick,
Observing, yet refrains to speak
His meditation is his speech
He is dedicated and he loves to teach.

Yes, this is him, a treasure
Impossible for any scale to measure
Next to God, A true Teacher;
Our Prof. Banavar, a sequester, our teacher.

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