Reminiscence

 Shrill was the shriek;  and tough was the path, Harsh was the glare; Tearing souls apart, High and ferocious  Were rising the waves  Hard were the nights and harder the days... In such adversity  We steered through; Sailors the people, Positivity the crew; Our captain (the soul) ignited, the torch of hope; We steered through, and held the silver line of Hope Prachi Krishna