We love the clamour of the class,
We love the curious eyes of the boys,
We love the chit chat of the girls,
We love the banging of the desks.
As We are in the world of inclination,
Where your dreams are full of imagination,
Some are loitering, some are fixed,
But at the end, you are determined.
Some are chasing the fantasy,
Some are recognising the Reality,
Some are seeking the philosophy,
Some are winning the sports trophy.
This world is different and unique,
But you are never alone and freak,
Sometimes it's difficult to understand your language,
Sometimes it's difficult to read your mind,
But to some extent your soul is refined.
We want to walk with you,
We want to cherish with you,
We want to rise with you
We want to fall with you.
If you are with us, we are something,
If you aren't with us, we are nothing,
We have our Eternal Aspiration to take last breath in your lap,
To leave our feathers in your cap,
To leave our feathers in your cap.
Archy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good, meticulously crafted. Liked it.