My College (K.D.C.)
The wind is cold but slow,
by Mohammad Muzzammil
By and by my emotions grow,
Before parting my lovely college,
Where I've sought precious knowledge,
Somet pretty moments I wish to capture,
Cause I'm in the state of rapture,
My sentiments are keen to come out,
Which dive in the sea of my heart,
In a charming tone they shout,
That would touch even a stone heart.
O, my college! O, of education's sky!
Under thee, we like bird play and fly,
Thy lap is full of mercy and grace,
Which inspires touching blue surface,
Not all but some of us achieve,
Who are true to their goal,
Never boast, in practice believe,
Behold the beauty with the soul,
Distribute the knowledge the teachers of thine,
And inspire us to be spirited and shine.