Divine Child School

A school in a village without any pastel – Divine Child which never cares for riel Strives for excellence. Does propel The children upwards and rebel Against injustice gigantic or sea shell; Strives to let its stars and carvings excel With the artistic hands of its roselle. All play ups and disobeys did she quell For all discourteous and insolent is knell. Insurgencies and Illiteracy repel As soon as they hear Divine’s yell. She made IAS, engineer and Laurel Who are shining brightly in parallel. The capacity to write is more in noel As during Christmas less is evil’s spell And more golly and blimey impel. She is still like a nice damoiselle Not touched by corruption or rebel. This is pond. In it many a Raphael Have drowned to break a cell From which brains emerged like sail Which drove young minds to foretell Their future. With Anandi ma’am’s spell She still does prosper, flourish and excel.