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We think too much 
of the silence of things,
Indian classrooms 
where my student's 
voice breaks free.

Bright minds cascade
up like golden ink 
lifting our nation's hope, 
lotus blooms 
on learning shores.

Beautiful voices 
float along, 
empowering folks 
in crowded hallways.

They invite people
to the center where 
wise policies make 
an amazing symphony 
of collaborative dreams.

"They've earned their voices," 
she declares, 
songs from India 
to celebrate all checks and balances.

Make the student a citizen, 
nurtured by ideals into light
a brilliant child of seekers 
with world-changing 
ideas that make us proud.

Not cowering, 
weak-voiced, 
fear-filled echoes 
of supposedly quieter days.

Written in the dust of time, 
roots of curious knowledge
sunk deep in the ground, 
embracing our Constitution 
written to keep the nation strong.

Sealed into civic acts 
that shine in the 
face of ignorant silence
fools in uniform shirts 
and narrow minds carrying 
their prejudices to shoot down dreams.

But children keep learning, 
going to school, 
dancing with knowledge, 
carrying banners of hope.

They praise courageous 
acts by teachers and students, 
progressive minds 
believing the truths 
of educational facts.

Connected to wisdom, 
embracing change, 
inspired by creative guides 
who fill the air 
with words full of hope.

Diverse learners 
and bright policies 
promising growth, 
lifting spirits up 
as they flood our classrooms.

Singing their joy, 
expressive celebration
God-loving children 
welcomed by all colours and creeds, 
all genders and regions.

Democratic discussions 
cheering young voices 
raised about student rights, 
future-building youth.

The election was won, 
majorities rising to 
student council wisdom 
that nurtures leaders 
in classroom seats.

Obsessed with learning 
and fresh ideas, 
minds passed hand-to-hand
across subject lines.

Growing up so bright
scholars and young debaters
raising their voices, 
speaking to assemblies 
about precedents' weight.

They want to decide 
their own learning fate, 
to bear the product of dreams 
and hope in a progressive state.

Rights once gained 
through years of strife, 
years of change
protected all.

The bright ink spilled 
over all these things 
has overwhelmed 
the dark silence 
meant to silence change.

Progressive improvements, 
wise and humane, 
lifted so many 
from historical chains.

They've painted this page
with a golden stain 
that brings the 
joy of diverse voices 
into Indian lives again.

Coloring all with learning flames, 
knowledge lighting 
the homes we built 
with centuries of progress.

Beautifully slow but needed again
young democratic leaders 
rise and speak and 
learn and dream.

Fulfilling the promise 
our Constitution frames 
for each of us 
and all our dreams.
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