By JH Sayyar
O hallowed hall where minds begin to grow,
Within thy walls, the seeds of thought take root;
Each desk a stage where youthful dreams show,
And chalkboards bear the truth in silent suit.
The morning sun through dusty windows streams,
And paints with gold the rows of earnest eyes;
Where books and voices mingle into dreams,
And knowledge lifts the soul to seek the skies.
Here laughter blends with lessons sweet and stern,
And silence hums with thought not yet expressed;
Each error marks a chance to pause, to learn
A cradle where we all the future find its rest
Dear classroom, shrine of wisdom, calm and bright,
You shape the day, and kindle minds with light.
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