Life is a game,
A game of chess,
If you make a wrong move,
Your winning chances are less.

Life is so precious,
Life is so beautiful,
Life is a real game,
So make winning your aim.

Think about the move before you make it,
Because you don’t want to suffer your whole life for it.
Make sure you achieve your aim,
Because then you can move on to your next game.

Think of the people, who are waiting for your success,
Cheering for you throughout the entire race.
You don’t want to disappoint them and make them frown.
So make sure that you win and don’t let them down.

Win the game and make people behind you feel proud,
For the support they gave you by sticking around.
Thank them for being there and supporting you throughout the game,
And be thankful that you have all these people to support you reach your aim.

Easter bring Fun, Easter bring Happiness,
Easter bring God Endless Blessings,
Easter bring fresh love…
Happy Easter to You
with all best wishes

Introducing T20 Format In Exams-

> Reduce Exam Time By 1 Hr & Marks By 50

> Introduce Breaks After Each 15 Mins
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> Give Free Hit Marks For Unexpected Questions

> 1st 30 Mins Power Play No Tcher In D Class

> Cheer Girls In Every Class
They’ll Dance When We Take Additional Sheets

Wishing U A Very “HAPPY EASTER”
Wid Luv And Best Wishes..
May That EASTER Day Brings
LOT Of Happiness And JOYS In Ur LIFE.
May U Live Long LIFE…
And That EASTER Day Will Comes In UR
Life Hundred Times…
Remember Me In Ur Prayers

The joyful news that He is risen does not change the contemporary world. Still before us lie work, discipline, sacrifice. But the fact of Easter gives us the spiritual power to do the work, accept the discipline, and make the sacrifice. ~Henry Knox Sherrill

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Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer;
Death is strong, but Life is stronger;
Stronger than the dark, the light;
Stronger than the wrong, the right…
~Phillips Brooks, “An Easter Carol”

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The fasts are done; the Aves said;
The moon has filled her horn
And in the solemn night I watch
Before the Easter morn.
So pure, so still the starry heaven,
So hushed the brooding air,
I could hear the sweep of an angel’s wings
If one should earthward fare.
~Edna Dean Proctor, “Easter Morning”