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I'm the first to hold a pen,
Teacher who taught writing and drawing!
Remember we have many of you
The first Master who taught!
The work you did was not in vain,
All the best for you.
If you don't read, you are like children.
The first Master who sacrificed his life!
To the perfection that leads us,
Don't go away when he gives knowledge.
The truth is all these things,
The fountain of knowledge is the first Master!
Even if we hurt you a lot,
Tell us everything you know.
The child makes fun of me,
We patted our head again, Master!
I still miss my youth
You say these are my students.
When you see me on the street, my sons and daughters,
I miss you first Master!
Spring returns, youth does not return,
I will never forget my past childhood.
My innocent moments are waiting for me,
I would get excellent grades, Master!
Shamshad Safar, your youth has passed.
Be very innocent and happy.
Good luck dear school,
You are the first Master in honor!
Author: Shamshod Safar!