I finally have figured it out,
The gray from black and white,
As you stand on the horizon,
To take your flight.
Soar high and reach new skies,
But don't forget Alma Mater thine,
For saccharine your parting may be,
As you and I have come a long way,
Hoping and praying to be together,
For just one more day.
Made By-
PRAKARSH LAMBA
IBRAHIM ISLAM
SARTHAK MALIK
NIDHAAN SINGH
VATSAL VIJ
VISHWAM DUTTA
BHAVISHYA SURESH
MRS.A.JOSEPH