In corridors of ancient thought,
Where stories of the past are caught,
We walk with eyes open wide,
Through history’s endless tide.

The dance of minds in rhythmic grace,
Philosophies in a timeless space,
Words that weave the human thread,
Echoes of voices, never dead.

Art and music paint the skies,
In vibrant hues where passion lies,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
In the canvas of the world.

With every step, a new embrace,
Humanity’s reflection, face to face,
The HUMSS strand, a guiding light,
In the endless quest for insight.