Here and there, All girls and boys, study in schools,
colleges and institutions,
But i pick fragrant petals of knowledge like toys From
the Flowerbeds of my college with emotions.
My College, a source of happiness and pleasure,
in depressing and monotonous drama of life,
I think of lush grassy lawns and thick mistletoe in leisure
And feel excited even if the dagger of time cuts like knife.
My college, a fountain that sprinkles its light shower,
Over the fascinating thoughts of students, that grow
and grow and hence they get more confidence and
infinite power, to face boldly the appropriate future,
high and low.