A TALE UNTOLD

In the hush of dawn on the slope,
Where memories linger and time seems to elope,
A tale unfolds of a high school on Don Bosco's crest,
In the year 1971, when nostalgia is at its best.
Kollatti Temple, a guardian in the dawn mist,
Watches over as youthful footsteps persist.
In Irinjalakuda's embrace, a haven so divine,
A journey of echoes, where golden moments entwine.
The sunrise music plays, a symphony in the sky,
As we climb the hill, under the azure eye.
Don Bosco's legacy, etched in every stone,
A sanctuary of wisdom, where dreams have grown.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI