The years had sped off truly fast;
You are the first born of this place;
May be, the best didn't make your past;
All doctors you are in life's race.
But this is how destined, God, things;
This is your Alma Mater still;
Yet, you can be all queens and kings;
Begin you must to heal those ill.
Your labor hard will someday pay;
A rosy future waits for you;
But you must always work and pray;
So many duties you must do.
You must pursue your dream always;
Don't carry scars of hurts or pains;
We teachers put you on strong base;
'Tis up to you to choose your lanes.
Be happy with how things went off;
The feats you pulled off are umpteen;
At future troubles, you will laugh;
You docs are haloed and with sheen.
Your teachers did the best they could;
You had to face much changing climes;
May be, you could not have home-food;
You're free to enjoy better times.
Thank God you made it this much well;
Thank teachers, parents all your life;
Gold here you gathered, time will tell;
You've got to solve your problems rife.
You can achieve on earth heights great;
Some hurdles crop up in your way;
Like champions, you all leave this gate;
Management wishes you success!
Fondly dedicated to the 2012 batch of KFMSR, CBE
By Prof.Dr.A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D., Dept. of Medicine
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-03-2018
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