In the bustling streets where the port breezes blow,
There's a place where my dreams and my confidence grow.
B.M.S Girls' High School and College, my pride,
With wisdom and love as my constant guide.
From the morning assembly to the bell's final ring,
Of the friendships and lessons, my heart wants to sing.
In the classrooms of Chattogram, under the sun,
My journey of "who I will be" has begun.
The uniform represents more than just cloth,
It's the flame of a spirit, the wings of a moth.
From the green of the fields to the stairs that we climb,
We're making the memories of a beautiful time.
In the land of Bangladesh, where the rivers run free,
This school is the roots of the person I'll be.
No matter how far or how wide I may roam,
These halls will forever feel just like a home.
With a pen in my hand and a hope in my soul,
B.M.S helps me reach for a heavenly goal.
A student today, but a leader for life,
Armed with the knowledge to conquer the strife.