Voices Ode (Fourth Bulletin)
The pages witnessed creases,
The schedules in priority, nothing ceases.
They toiled the hours of the dark,
Fatigue and impatience never to embark.
They brainstormed, they planned, they executed.
The Student Council Office was home to thee,
The walls witnessed a myriad of emotions in sea.
Unearthly hour meetings were the order of the day;
Haldiram samosa and chai was the Chairman’s prescribed
way.
In perspiration, we witnessed a new inspiration.
In this fervor, we discovered talents with no ration.
The curtains did rise and it dawns to a close.
Voices Ode to the Volunteers with pride arose!
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