S ir, to you, our dear
H eadmaster with obeisance,
R espects and reverence,
I n this flower of poesy
J oin we, and offer our felicitations, with
P ride welling up in our hearts, blithe.
P appiah, the name,
A ttuned for ever to fame;
P rominent in every sphere;
P ossessing a cap of colourful feathers, came
I nto the portals of I C F High School to tame
A host of two thousand souls and more.
H earts fluttering in the core;
H eads nodding at the door;
E xtended we our hands to receive you afore.
A ffection you poured;
D iscipline you bestowed;
M oulded us in just
A year and a half;
S eeped through the crust
T o the grain, to remove the chaff.
E nthroned now as the Master best;
R anked high among the rest;
I CF School's impeccable Lord
C rowned with the 'State Award',
F ascinates one and all with the deserving placard.
H eightened is the glory of our school
I n owning this scintillating gem;
G littering, though, in this gleaming pool,
H umility abounds, yet, from the very pith to hem.
S tudents, we, in thousands gathered here
C onvey to you, our esteemed, Sir,
H onour, obedience and affection dear
O n this memorable red-lettered day:
O ur prayers to the Almighty:
L ong live our Master till Eternity!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem