Seated here Thou, O! Mother of thousands learners,
In the heart of this old religious capital city,
Thy Greatness has been spread beyond the region,
Never tired was Thou in caring thy children.
The older Thou grow with the flow of time,
The more thy tender loving care grows for us,
Thy great family still growing year after year,
To make Thee proud of the success of thy children.
Thou art now crossest sixty years of thy life,
Thy children celebrated sweet diamond jubilee,
Thou not tired and retired from such long service
In making thy offspring ready to face the life.
Long thirty seven years till I left thy abode,
Carrying thy blessings, I face all the challenges
In real life, all difficulties in this vast world.
As also I stood strong all through my yester years.
A thousand Prayers before the God for thy long life,
O! Sweet mother, I remember your care for four year,
Seventy-six to Eighty, a BJBian was in the making,
With all indebtedness, I bow to thee, my Alma mater.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great ode, Kishor..... a perfect 10+++++