In quiet halls where whispers blend, I weave my dreams, my thoughts ascend. With books and pens, I chart my…
In silent halls where whispers blend, Young minds with dreams begin to mend. From dawn’s first light to evening’s fall,…
In the quiet dawn, where dreams take flight, A student wakes, ready to fight. With books in hand and hope…
In dawn’s early light, we rise with dreams anew, The corridors of learning, our pathway to pursue. Through lectures and…