Our School M.P. Birla is a sky, We are the stars, M. P. Birla is a book, We are the papers. M. P Birla is a tree, We are the leaves. M. P. Birla is a sea, We are the waves. M. P. Birla is a play, We are the actors. M. P. Birla is a playground, We are the players. M. P. Birla is a field, We are the crops. M. P. Birla is a temple, We are the worshippers. Our school is our second home, As it gives a shelter away from 'home'. Our School Our School
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