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| Campus Jot By Roviso Marza All trod swift in D.U. bosom Friendly deep and tender cheer Comfort real and sweet serene Hold no pain in comrade style Pardon dear with peaceful soul Bounty free in courteous need. Taught aloud in morning fair Sat to pen the Masters' bread Hitting hard the day debate Then in haze for vendor break Stood alarmed the mansion flower If to pick to say I love. Grand adore our teachers' pride Humbly toiled the seasoned brow Give to lay a ten-fold gain ' Tis our fun our strength delight Love so pure more dare unchanged Springing hearts to learn and share. Rode away our hectic chorus Quicker had the cohort fun Shrugging off like autumn's squall But too brief our stay believe Yonder doth a spell too long When comes one to seek embrace. Thro that age shalt survive young Clinging through the whisper sigh Easing grief as heaven's breast Tougher chords are cast now high Loftier heights and thrill bright more Till that time our glories ring. Was dedicated to the class and staff on the last day of Masters at the Faculty of Political Science, University of Delhi, in May 2007
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