Epoch of an odd duck, Nothing less than bad luck, Come hear our misery dear juniors, Know all that’s special about us. We’re not the quintessential batch, We dread the ordeal that we had, We call it the Covid-19 pandemic, The Boards were traps, Ones that we had, They made us silent maniacs. The batch of 2022, Just as it was welcomed to the school, Didn’t give much time to let us cool, And then we were again - Sitting in front of the screen, With swollen eyes and wrecked up sleep, Offline tests didn’t let us dream, How we thought 11th grade would let us free !! Class is 12th , and there we are, They took us in with open arms, Just when our spirits hit an all time low, They made us know what we truly are. Hey! Don’t you think we’re all ill fated ! We weathered the storm and fears abated, We’re exquisite, mentors concrete, They had our prep substantiated, Made us love what we had hated, Our essence stands authenticated. The Batch of 2022, Just as it was saying goodbye to school, Knew what role it had played through , And there we were again - Wishing teachers, Wishing friends Willing - hoping to meet again, Our mentors launched us to the helms , Just know that, it’s the start and not the end.
Bhavya Gujral XII E & Anhad Hora XII D