My School

Beneath the sky so wide and blue,
Stands my school, so proud, so true.
Its walls may rise in stone and clay,
But dreams take wings here every day.

The bell that rings, the laughter loud,
The eager steps, the bustling crowd—
Each classroom whispers tales of old,
Of lessons learnt, of courage bold.

The books, like lanterns, light our way,
Through every night, through every day.
Teachers guide with patient art,
Planting wisdom in the heart.

The playground sings of joy and cheer,
Of friendships deep, both strong and dear.
In games we learn, in songs we share,
That love and kindness linger there.

O school, you are a sacred place,
Where time bestows its fond embrace.
You shape our lives, our hopes, our rule—
Forever dear, my home, my school.