Ever wondered about the satisfaction one gets
Watching little birds flying out of their nests?
Ever wondered about the happiness one feels
Being the reason, the poor could afford two full meals?
Evergreen smiles, children and staff possess
Perfect decorations, not a single mess.
Resources so scarce, most people would find it hard,
Simply ploughing the fields, let alone building a school in a ground more than a yard.
Such friendly and innocent faces, one would never find
Enthusiasm at its heights and art forms one of a kind.
Yes, this school is no less a school than others-
Teachers, young and caring, shadowing like mothers.
In spite of being built in a remote hamlet
an area not fully developed yet,
These bright students fight against all odds
And come out successful by the grace of the gods.
Parents bringing money home by doing odd chores
Waiting for their off-springs to get home, to fill in the leaking pores.
Such conditions certainly tough to brave through
A doorknob broken; they cannot afford even three screws.
Books made by us, to them they were for
Desperate to write in those white pages, started a little war.
But thankfully sufficient books we gathered
These young civilians immediately settled down, like how soft water lathers.
The hardworking minds of these little ones
The minute we left, goodbyes like the late summer’s sun.
Assuring our return to this unique place
We left the village with an amused, contented face.