School, my school, 'Siddhartha School'

School, my school,

Small cute school,

Old but yet, always new,

Four floor building, not just a building,

Building it is, yes, building it is,

Built with Ethics but not with Bricks,

Blend of Values and Education in it,

School, my school, yes, yes my school,

Yes my School, ‘Siddhartha’ my School!!

Stones in the school, yes stones in the school,

All were raw, yes we were raw,

School is what which carved us,

My Teacher were the tools,

Tools more than tools,

Tools are teacher, but,

They are more than Teachers,

More like a family, less like a School,

School, my school,

Small and cute, but,

Amazing school!!

Time and Patience,

Essence of Sessions,

One hour, two hour extra classes,

Games and Fights,

Silly jokes, struggle for marks,

Fight for rank, battle to win,

Spirit of learning and grabbing the essence,

Always learnt from Siddhartha Sessions,

School my school, the only School!!

Evening walks,

Homework remarks,

Parents come, terror in our minds,

Flow of complaints,

Flow of Compliments,

Nothing mattered, but,

Chocolate from a teacher was all that mattered,

School my school,

Siddhartha School!!

Jyothi means Light,

Jyothi means Spirit,

Not just that,

But our beloved and respected Princi of the School,

Her name is Jyothi,

Light, Spirit, Spark and Shine,

Bright, and Dynamic are her qualities,

School my school, yes, yes, my school!!

Life was once I lived in School,

Yes, School was my life,

School was my home,

School was my temple,

School was everything,

School was school,

Nothing can come over ‘Siddhartha School’

I love my School,

I love my Princi,

I love my Teachers,

I love what I am,

I love what they made me,

School oh, my school,

My ‘Siddhartha School’!!