This poem is very close to my heart because it's about my own Sir or master who changed my views etc. 'Dear Master' this poem says the love and concern I myself experienced.

 

  Dear Master       

 O my dear master so loving and polite,

his knowledge is pure as colour white,

when he taught, I imagined of a long and smooth drive,

for which he had to strive;

 

He taught me ‘Mathematics’,

with slight humour and lots of tricks,

Mathematics was the subject, I wasn’t bad at,

Every time I pleased him, on my back he used to pat;

 

We were true pals,

his teaching was a symphony of musicales,

I will remember him forever,

for he made me so clever;

 

The one who changed me,

 He’s the one I want to be,

 the cause in class I topped,

 because he was the one to clear

  every doubt my brain popped;

 

 I thank God and my fate,

 for every day he gently said: “O boy you are late.”

 

                                                               - Preetham.S.D