A 3 minute creation exulting feelings on
Exodus from the childhood
The day has come
The alma mater bidding goodbye
Good are the feelings, bad are some.
The period of study has been a struggle
Deeds reflect the truth, reflections are lies
The sunflower must face the sun
Success is at the doorsteps, failure dies.
Expectations are high from 'them'
The 'battle' is yet to begin
I am well armed with my knowledge
Declination will be an offence.
Confidence and determination
The broth of 'studs'
The teachings will be your guidelines
Our knowledge - your 'bloods'.
Anand Bora aka Nandi
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