Gold is old, yet shines so bright,
Guiding us through day and night.
History’s a mystery wide,
Of kings and queens and nations’ pride.
Tall trees reaching the sky,
Dreams and hopes are flying high.
From monarchy to liberty’s call,
People rise – we stand tall.
Broken glass within our class,
Reflects the stories that have passed.
Lessons learned from days gone by,
Teach us truth – and tell us why.
From battles fought to songs of peace,
History helps our hearts find ease.
It shows us how to grow and give,
It teaches us the way to live.
Grade VIII, Sanskar Pathshala Dang