In silent rooms with tired eyes,
They work through dark and restless skies.
Pens move fast, hearts stay true,
Preparing lists for me and you.
No applause, no shining fame,
Yet they serve without a claim.
Day and night, with steady will,
Their duty stands forever still.
Guiding democracy's sacred flame,
They honor every citizen's name.
O teachers brave, so strong, so kind,
Your selfless work lights every mind.
We bow in thanks, with hearts so true,
For all the silent work you do.
In every vote, your spirit stays,
A light for our nation's ways.
- Rajendra Prasad Meena
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