2. Poem: “Ode to Zenith”
In Ajeetgarh’s heart, where dreams take flight, Zenith stands tall, bathed in morning light. Books and boards, but more than that— It teaches us where wisdom’s at. CBSE roots, but wings to soar, With every lesson, we learn much more. From motion’s math to magnets’ pull, Our minds grow sharp, our hearts grow full. Teachers guide with gentle grace, In every child, they find a place. Zenith, our beacon, bold and bright— You shape our future, day and night.