In the lap of baby-hills <br /> <br />Where the green grasses grow <br /> <br />Where God makes nature’s show <br /> <br />Where we find ancient fossils. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The sacred land of holy altar <br /> <br />Of a God-fearing priest <br /> <br />To whom even bowed the beast <br /> <br />There stands my school; heart ajar <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The flower of strivers’ garden <br /> <br />Who offered it their blood, <br /> <br />Till, with bloSsoms, did it flood <br /> <br />And, with letters, honoured the nation. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My school, the house of knowledge <br /> <br />My school, the place of worship <br /> <br />And the carriage for intellectual trip <br /> <br />And the conveyer of God’s message. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My school, my love, my pride <br /> <br />For my career, is a certain guide <br /> <br />May it blossom till the last day <br /> <br />Giving the best in its best way. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Khan Hasnain Aaqib<br /><br />HASNAIN AAQIB<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-that-i-dreamed-of/
