Democracy in Schools

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.