My School
My school is full of joy and light,
A place that makes my future bright.
With friends and teachers by my side,
I learn, I laugh, I grow with pride.
It’s hard to leave and say goodbye,
I feel a tear drop from my eye.
A new branch waits, a different way,
But memories here will always stay.
I’ll miss the halls, the games, the cheer,
The lovely friends I’ve treasured here.
Art class with Miss Imrana’s grace,
Music with Sir Samroon’s space.
PE with Miss Saima’s care,
Library moments with Miss Shehar there.
Math with Miss Zoya, lessons so clear,
English with Miss Sara always near.
Urdu with Miss Anjum’s kind way,
Miss Fatima guides us every day.
Miss Hina, our head, so wise and true,
Everyone supports and leads us through.
And all my teachers from Pre-Nursery to Two,
I carry your love in all I do.
A new beginning lies ahead,
With hopes and dreams to gently tread.
Yet in my heart, so safe and true,
My dear old school, I’ll carry you.
Poem ‘My School’ By Syed Fariz Mohuddin
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