Class Second To None Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Be with me in pain
And silently remain
To witness our march
And see how far can we reach?

There is heavy rain
That shall provide the harvest and grain
We shall be in same position
With firm and solid relation

We shall have same spirit
To meet and greet
With same elevation of inner feeling
That shall make us willing

Love shall always be felt
The fragrance shall be smelt
We shall move pace by pace
With cheers on face

I shall always cope
On any slope
With firm resolve
To solve

We need to be one
And show the class second to none
We need to show our strength
Till we lastly breathe