Bestow me in one hand
a silk cloth,
and in the other
a silkworm.
To wipe the blackboards
Of my classroom clean.
And to etch on the slates
Of my student’s mind.
It is under the coconut tree I dreamed all my dreams, played all my games and wrote all my heart songs. It is under the coconut tree, I realized what love is and how love feels.It is my refuge. It is my home and my home away from home.
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