Years have passed, past has gone by ,
As the whirlpool of time, sank with a gentle sigh.
We were the ones who rose, with determination to succeed
upon us a task, so heavily levied letters etched, words penned,
An extravaganza did we send.
We make legends, we design the future,
coz at our will we hold the present.
A lone ranger, on a deserted street ,
wielding a pen and a paper,
We the SPANDAN team, soaring high,
never once we uttered even a little sigh.
SPANDAN the metamorphosed version of record,
Invincible is our life cord.
