Goodbye to the hallways where I used to run,
To classes filled with laughter and fun.
Goodbye to the playground, sunny and wide,
Where my friends and I would play and hide.
I’m moving up now, to Grade Six they say,
A brand-new campus, not so far away.
It’s called PECHS—so big and bright,
But thinking of it keeps me up at night.
What if I get lost, or don’t know the rule?
What if the big kids don’t think I’m cool?
What if my teacher isn’t kind like before?
Will they smile when I walk through the door?
At Jinnah, I was known by every name,
Here I felt special, not just part of a game.
My teachers here, they knew my fears,
They cheered me on and wiped my tears.
Miss Anila’s hugs, and Sir Rehan’s jokes,
Miss Sana’s stories, and fun with folks.
They pampered me, they made me grow,
It’s so hard now to let them go.
But deep in my heart, I know it’s time,
To take a step, to start the climb.
I’ll carry their lessons wherever I go,
Like seeds of love that’ll always grow.
So here’s to the future, new friends, new skies,
To being brave, and saying goodbyes.
And if ever I feel too small or shy,
I’ll think of Jinnah—and I’ll try.