The wind is cold but slow, <br />By and by my emotions grow, <br />Before parting my lovely college, <br />Where I've sought precious knowledge, <br />Somet pretty moments I wish to capture, <br />Cause I'm in the state of rapture, <br />My sentiments are keen to come out, <br />Which dive in the sea of my heart, <br />In a charming tone they shout, <br />That would touch even a stone heart. <br /> <br />O, my college! O, of education's sky! <br />Under thee, we like bird play and fly, <br />Thy lap is full of mercy and grace, <br />Which inspires touching blue surface, <br />Not all but some of us achieve, <br />Who are true to their goal, <br />Never boast, in practice believe, <br />Behold the beauty with the soul, <br />Distribute the knowledge the teachers of thine, <br />And inspire us to be spirited and shine.<br /><br />Mohammad Muzzammil<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-college-k-d-c/
