Time rushes by,
Waiting no one in a line,
Leaving someone to
A great possibility'
A possibility holding the torch,
Knowledge only's treasure,
The wisdom for students.
The struggle of identity,
Makes one to dream for the stars,
A star of guidance spotlights,
Their very inner self as student,
to function as human in hunger,
The concrete model of perseverance
to earn the ceritificates or
a diploma in an instant,
But being a student,
A plane of struggles is in your palm.
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