Legendary presidency

Built for pride, and glory of our nation.

Standing tall, against the raising sun.

Built with hot red bricks, and hammered rocks.

Embedded with knowledge and peace.

Teaching the role of life for the innocent.

Moulding the future of the matured men.

Before independence,built by the British.

With traditional Britain art of building.

Like endless wave hitting the shore.

Students keep marching towards her door.

Our pass outs make impact in the society.

And our drop outs make history in the society.

It does not gives eyes to the blind,

But it teaches them to see the world.

It does not provides ears to the deaf,

But it teaches them to hear the hearts.

It does not assures mouth for the dumb,

But it helps them to raise there voice in the crowd...

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See Through The Eyes Of A Child

Come step in these shoes and run for awhile Feel my heart pound from this fast-footed pace Then you’d know the fears each day I must face If you could see through the eyes of a child Tomorrow will monkeys play in the wild Will dolphins and whales survive much longer You persevere you ravage you plunder Why don’t you look through the eyes of a child Man is unbalanced his soul is on trial The rich drink champagne buy shares on the moon Children are starving for love and for food Come on and look through the eyes of a child Men kill each other destroying the wild They slaughter brothers torture our mothers They poison the sod in name of their god Just try to see through the eyes of a child

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