About
Along the Indus River, where ancient cities lay, Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro, in ruins they stay. Streets in perfect order, homes made of clay, The Indus Valley whispers secrets of a bygone day.
Seals with strange inscriptions, a language to decode, Artifacts of trade from distant abodes. Granaries and baths, symbols of their might, A civilization thriving in the moonlit night.
Aryan winds blow changes, cultures intertwine, From the Indus Valley, history’s design. Mysteries in the silence, echoes in the ground, In the valley’s heartbeat, ancient secrets found.
Pottery and beads, remnants of their art, A puzzle of the past, in every part. The Indus mystery, an enigma to be, In the sands of time, forever free.