My School

The land of dreams is my school, 

Everybody can fulfill their wish here, 

Ranging from wise to fools. 

My school makes me study, 

To fulfill my dream.

The unsacred impure elements, 

Shouts in scream. 

My school has gained divine favor, 

It is pure Indian in flavour. 

None can compare with its glamour. 

By Caesar Borgia