And thus, a legacy was born
She hold lovely roses, but bourne no thorn.
Lighting Every Cave, forever dark,
The lamp of knowledge, just needed a Spark.
Crafted to perfection, Sculpted to Shine,
So Strong a tradition, hard to incline.
But now, after her founders have gone,
She resumes to glitter on and on…..
We pray, the flag of N.N. forever sway,
Wishing our school a happy foundation day!!
This poem was written/submitted by Tamojit Das.