In the Cosmic Classroom,
It is Graduation day for all of us,
From being little saplings under the Evergreen Tree…
…coming into our own as a shade giving tree,
From a mere fledgling, to a bird that can fly on its own,
For the Beloved Master taught us how to fly…
…and is always the Wind beneath our wings…
From the cocoon emerges a butterfly flying free…
…its colours shining bright…
…bringing hope and cheer to innumerable many. Read more…