I walk the path with open eyes,
A notebook heart, a mind that tries.
Among the wise, I’m still a seed,
Growing quietly, learning what I need.
Yet somewhere on another lane,
Someone sees light in what I explain.
Their questions bloom where doubts once were
And I become a gentle mentor.
Half a student, half a guide,
Curiosity is always on my side.
I rise, I share, I make my way,
Giving what I can, each day.
For knowledge isn’t a crown to wear,
It’s a flame we tend and choose to share.
And every soul I meet shows me
How endless this journey can be.
So here I stand, a learner first,
With the teacher’s wisdom softly versed.
Not perfect, not finished, but always true:
Learning…
Teaching…
Adding value – and in my view, that’s how I grew.
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