In the class of more than sixty,
A crowded batch of living entity,
The profile of innocent genius,
Touch my heart as they bid ' adieus '
In the home of vivid diversity,
Everyone wanted ego supremacy,
Coupled with various background,
So difficult to take more rounds.
How I love filling up their minds,
With fertile seeds of wisdom,
How I desire to fill their hearts,
Learned the world where I'm part.
God endowed me with wisdom,
To share the wealth of His kingdom,
To these innocent-genius youth,
His beloved people
Whom we love both.
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