The goddess Durga, fierce and strong,

Her ten arms wield weapons long,

Riding on an elephant, brave and bold,

Her story's told, from young to old.

In autumn's breeze, the puja comes,

The city hums with drums and songs,

The pandals rise, with art and light,

A feast for eyes, a wondrous sight.

All my Jahangirnagar's alumni dear,

We send our wishes, loud and clear,

May Durga's blessings light your way,

And stay with you through each night and day.

So let us raise our voices high,

And enjoy your praises to the sky,

For Durga Puja, bright and true,

And all the joy it brings anew.