In the chilly soaking rain
Later, hot and dusty air
Sometimes hungry, or in pain
Come the children who will dare
With their bags of tattered books
Stubs of pencil, scrawling pens
Cosying in the classroom nooks
Hoping that its leak will end
Here our teachers try their best
Winning learners who still stay
Using all their wits and zest
As the children find their way
What’s the method what’s the art
No roadmap can be so sure
Often it’s an endless start
Teachers, learners both endure
I thank Heaven for my years
All the helps that made my days
Help our children’s small careers
Give them joy that fills and stays