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School, a temple of learning, is the most benign place,
Where the Almighty resides blissfully
In the innocent faces of the learners,
Where dreams are woven,
Where character is shaped,
Where wings are bestowed with strength and skill
To scale the unfathomable, unconquered skies.

Where unity in diversity is preached,
Where the only religion taught is equality,
Where the sublimest values of charity,
Peace, compassion, and empathy are taught.

Where “all for one and one for all”
Is the boldest principle;
Where sacrifice and strife are considered worthy
Only for righteousness
And for the nation- the mother of all.

Where neither “me” nor “mine” finds a place,
Where there is no room
For petty selfishness and personal goals,
Where all divisive notions are shunned,
And fanatics, who profess only difference,
Are shown the door,
Who know nothing but
To sow the seeds of hatred.

Where sycophants are shown the mirror,
Sooner or later;
For the torch of goodness
May be dimmed for a while,
But can never be extinguished forever.

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  1. Dr. Raghuvir TagejaMarch 31, 2026 at 3:52 AM

    Congratulations for new role and new responsibilities.... Best Wishes you to live and express all these feelings and enjoy the position.....

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  2. Congratulations 🎉 Ma'am

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  3. Well expressed dear
    But such schools have become a dream nowwww

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