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No knowledge known without you, my precious

The electricity that races through

In the wired rectangular object

Is like the blood that paces through my vein

Your brightness gives me advice and guidance

In moments of no faith and depression

You are my reminder of my events

And my wakeup calls in the morning shine

You were my guidance when I was once lost

And still my chaperone to the young dreams  

You are the messenger to my teachers

And the connection to my treasured friends

With all eternity, I mesmerize you so

So let’s celebrate by hearing you sing


By Arwa Ahmed