There Is No Other Place Like This…..

There Is No Other Place Like This..... short poem

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School is considered as the second home
to which many children for their future come,
taking the first step of their life
to become a hero in the strife

A place which teaches us to dream,
A place which reflects that things are not what they seem
A place which teaches us to work hard,
to uphold the success sword

A place for enjoyment and sorrow,
A place which teaches us to act right for each tomorrow
A place which has helped us reach our goals,
with our effort,heart and soul

Only school is the place where time just fleets
knowing which faster are our heart beats,
remembering and withstanding the pain
that these golden days do not come back again

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