The spirit of X C
My class – X C < 2011 – 2012, Birla High School >
In front of this blue-white background
Where AC works less and fails to work more
Where laughter’s echo is all around
Your footsteps are welcomed at X C’s door.
Petty nicknames voiced all throughout,
Every desk converted to table tennis ground
Each day demands atleast one bout
X C’s life – a merry go round.
Our relations have gone dense
Though Unity not always the best,
May say this poem makes no sense
X C remains the adobe to zeal and zest.