In the quiet corners of the library’s embrace,
I find the whispers of knowledge calling my name.
Pages turn, like leaves in autumn’s gentle grace,
Each word a window, every sentence a flame.

My mind, a canvas painted with dreams untold,
Hopes intertwined with the ink of perseverance.
Amidst the equations and stories of old,
I weave my own path, a tapestry of experience.

The classroom’s echoes, a symphony of thought,
Teachers’ voices guiding like stars in the night.
With every lesson, a new perspective sought,
I build my future, step by step, towards the light.

As a student, I journey through time’s endless stream,
Learning the art of patience, the power of inquiry.
In every challenge, I find a new dream,
For within me lies the strength to write my own story.