Today we sit in our Grade 2 class,
Knowing these moments may not last.
Our bags are packed, our hearts feel tight,
Tomorrow brings a different sight.
These walls have heard our laugh and cheer,
Every lesson, every year.
From ABCs to sums we grew,
With teachers kind and friends so true.
Dear Miss Sara, with stories bright,
You taught us how to read and write.
Miss Zoya made the numbers fun,
Adding joy to everyone.
Miss Anjum helped our Urdu shine,
Each word and line just felt divine.
Miss Imrana with colors so wide,
Taught us to paint with love and pride.
Miss Saima made us jump and play,
Strong and happy every day.
Sir Samroon with music sweet,
Put dancing rhythms in our feet.
And Madam Hina, kind and wise,
With caring heart and guiding eyes,
You led our school with so much grace,
A warm and happy learning place.
Though next year takes us far away,
To a new campus, a brand-new day,
We’ll carry memories, bright and true,
Of all the things we learned from you.
Goodbye Grade 2, we won’t forget,
The best days we have ever met.
With hopeful hearts, we now move on,
To Grade 3… a brand-new dawn.