A team, A goal, A poem

Unsung, were the suns so far,
Neither numbers, notions nor.
Cryptic cull of nature’s cuff,

Harp on hopes, the roads are rough.

Albatross, it never shall come,

Reason rare, run up the rum.

Together we can! Cheer Ahoy!
En-gi-neer a light of joy.


Distinguish, we ought to split,
Wipe out wane and warrant wit.
And that is how heroes are made,
Tactful, thoughtful and crusade.


Eureka! There, we are so close,
Race ahead, before blue rose.
Success, seldom spite you wished,
Terra firma, you hath vanquished.

- TEDxGCT