Pristine Dreams
— Kalyan Kumar Dutta
VKV PTC –Banderdewa
In the heart of twilight’s gentle grace,
A night school thrives, a special place,
Where discontinued dreams find their way,
To the light of knowledge, night and day.
Beneath the moon’s soft, guiding gleam,
Children gather, their hopes agleam,
In search of wisdom, they journey far,
To the night school, like a guiding star.
The headmaster, stern with lessons to share,
With a heart of gold, a just and fair,
Leads the way with a strict, guiding hand,
Shaping futures in this sacred land.
He moulds young minds, like a sculptor’s touch,
Teaching values that mean so much,
Not just academics, but life’s grand scheme,
To make them good humans, it’s their dream.
In the shadows of darkness, they find the way,
To a brighter tomorrow, a brand-new day,
From lost to found, from ignorance to grace,
The night school shines, a sacred space.
With each lesson learned, a life transformed,
In the night school, where hearts are warmed,
From the ashes of doubt, they rise above,
Thanks to the headmaster’s strict, guiding love.
So, here’s to the night school, a light of hope,
Where discontinued stories find ways to cope,
With knowledge and virtue, they take their flight,
Into a future that’s filled with endless light.
