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Poem of Life At Aitchison
By: Aayan Ahmed C1 A
In the corridors of Aitchison, where dreams take flight,
A symphony of learning, each day a delight.
Underneath the shades of wisdom's tree,
Aitchison's spirit, forever wild and free.
In classrooms alive with shared laughter,
Echoes of camaraderie, happily after.
With cricket matches and cheers that resound,
Aitchison's spirit, forever unbound.
Beneath the ancient trees, stories unfold,
In Aitchison's embrace, memories are gold.
In the rhythm of friendships, we find our beat,
Aitchison's heartbeat, strong and sweet.
From the quad's green expanse to the library's hush,
Aitchison's tales, an endless rush.
As the bell chimes, marking the end of the day,
Aitchison's essence, in our hearts, will stay.
In the mosaic of houses, colors vivid and bold,
Aitchison's legacy, a story to be told.
So, let's paint our days with hues of blue and gold,
In Aitchison's embrace, memories untold.