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DIVINE ANKIT SIR

It was a great pleasure to dine
With you Oh! Knowledge Divine;
Many kings, rulers did entwine
With you in us in class nine.
With you it was always fine
As you understood without sign.
So grow as big as an oak and pine
Is the wish of students and mine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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