When dark clouds loomed large in the wee hours,
And cool breeze struck a melancholic tone,
They woke up, breaking the dawn's hushed silence,
To whisper the sad tidings in each other's ears!
All friends, in sorrow's grasp, rushed to campus,
To lament the loss of their beloved colleague,
Flinging themselves at each other's chests,
Holding breath in shock and disbelief!
The grief-stricken staffrooms witnessed,
Scores of heavy-hearted sisters,
Struggling to stifle sobbing,
With headscarves, soaked in tears!
A guiding star that enlightened generations,
Soon withdrawn from its celestial presence,
Leaving long-term maternal obligations,
And unaccomplished academic pursuits!
Born to fight and win, you ran the race,
In the Almighty's grace, unyielding to fear!
Proud of you, dear lady, for the unwavering might,
To stand firm and embrace the Lord's will!
Your good deeds, like dazzling diamonds,
Will always glitter around the Centre,
And your virtues, like Spring blossoms,
Form an eternal garden in our hearts!
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