Like one’s bountiful mother <br />There was an altruistic place, <br />Where my fancy adolescence, <br />Was carved into sophistication <br /> <br />There I was taught who GOD was, <br />It instilled in me my values. <br />It taught me what my parents meant, <br />And the need to be generous <br /> <br />It held my finger when I was naïve, <br />And showed me how to grow, <br />Through all tough teenage years, <br />It assisted my wisdom to grow. <br /> <br />My parents gave me roots, <br />But, the soil, heat and water it fed. <br />And for all fruitful days in life, <br />I owe it to my alma-mater. <br /> <br />The strength with which I carry on, <br />The confidence in my speech, <br />Is all because I sat in a world, <br />That taught me honesty, sincerity and peace. <br /> <br />Its memories are immortal. <br />And the images linger in my heart… <br />And though in life I will move on, <br />My school will always remain my sweetheart.<br /><br />ritika vineeta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alma-mater-4/
