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Clothed with ignorance we were born,
But has nothing to forlorn.
Though robed with life’s uncertainties;
Yet endured with potent fecundities.
The sun sets yet still it rises,
Slowly we rise from the tomb of innocence;
As if, we were awakened from a deep slumber
Amidst things’ greatest scheme, trying to make sense.
From a place called home,
We were brough into a wider horizon
A four-corner room called classroom
For us to mold our unknown fortune.
Colored with learners’ differences
Indifferent though turned to a beautiful place
Where one identified himself
Yet never losing his own self.
In greatness we’re taught to remain footed,
In human strife we remained undefeated
As men of values and wisdom came out of a shell
Spreads it colors and swings it wings!