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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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