Srishti Sengupta, 6D

In the 1900s, an archaeologist went on excavation,

Near Pakistan and our nation.

Where the five rivers of Sindh met,

Out on a new adventure they set.

A tiny cave near the Indus river bed,

“What is this place?” they said.

“Mohenjo Daro, the land of dead”, a shepherd replied,

“The land of dead!” the britishers cried.

With the credible curiosity filling their minds,

And a thirst for discovery running through their hinds,

Off to the land of the dead they set,

With a lot of danger lying ahead.

For days and nights, dawn and dusk,

They worked with their team, without a fuss.

Until one day they stumbled upon,

One of the greatest civilizations of them all.

Now the problem arrived in,

Digging through the mud and rocks not very thin.

This task was indeed hard,

But the excavators sure did their part.

Scared of failure, they thought their dreams came to an end.

Sorry notes to England they were about to send.

Until suddenly the rock fell apart,

Revealing what we now call the Great Bath.

On the shores of Indus, this civilization once flourished,

But with an extreme flood the civilization was punished.

With structures and granaries here and there,

They handled each piece with care.

This was the true story of how Indus valley civilization was found,

With happiness of nature, all year round.

Where the five rivers of Sindh met,

A new historical wonder is set.