By JH Sayyar
Upon the throne of thought, she holds her seat,
Where wisdom flows like rivers deep and wide;
In English halls, her soft voice is calm yet sweet,
A beacon where the rising stars of learning bide
Her humble mind—a library of lore and light,
Where Shakespeare breathes, Eliot walks again;
She weaves through texts with grace scholar's might,
Each word she speaks a balm to hearts and brain.
O Saiqa! Guide of students’ minds in language fair,
Whose counsel lifts the dull students to the skies
Your name shall dwell in pages scholars share,
Your services: a legacy where truth and beauty rise
In halls of thought, you wear the laurel's crown
A queen of right words in robe of deep renown!
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