Farewell at DAV,Puri

The days in my school were most exuberant
it is such a truth,which no one can recant
The day i stepped in to its viscinity,
it seemed me unknown.
I thought it a place of insipidity,
But soon did i realise,
its a place for friends and fun

These ten years
all passed like a moment
But they never made me feel despondent.
Now it is the time for the predicament,
without my teacher's consent.


My school is not only a school,
rather is a temple of tranquility
and the teachers being my idols,
as a whole,it is a sign of sanctity.

My mates were nt only my friends.
They were rather a ship,
in the ocean of fiends.
Roses are red,even though leaves shed,
take it granted my dear friend,
We are friend till we are dead.

The red building
which is the epitome of our mind moulding
and is poised to mould even more.
I would like to ask God,
can i step here,once more.


Its serene ambience
and robust fence...
they provided us a foundation.
for the building of our nation..
Hats off to this building
besides all the zests and tribulation......