The Battle Cry Of Education Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Let childhood bloom as flowers do,
Let strength like mountain peaks shine through.
With knowledge, courage, and honest toil,
Let every child enrich the soil.

Neither fear nor careless ease,
Nor empty dreams that aim to please.
Let discipline light every way,
And hard work shape each passing day.

What honour do unearned marks bring?
What truth can dishonest victories sing?
A house without foundations deep
Cannot stand when storms arise and sweep.

When exam papers leak in advance,
Hard work loses its rightful chance.
Those who study see their hopes betrayed,
While false success is proudly displayed.

Passed on paper, yet unprepared,
They face life's trials, exposed and scared.
For marks alone cannot impart
The wisdom, courage, or strength of heart.

O Teacher! Light a torch of truth,
And kindle hope in every youth.
Give struggling minds the strength to rise,
And let ambition brighten their eyes.

Let love and discipline go hand in hand;
Let purpose help each child to stand.
Teach them to rise when they fall,
And face life's challenges, great and small.

Rise, rise, O brave young hearts!
Let honest effort be your art.
Reject all cheating; let knowledge guide,
And meet life's battles with courage and pride.

Marks alone define no name;
True knowledge earns enduring fame.
Let character, wisdom, and actions shine,
And make India's future bright and fine.

Let education's mighty conch resound,
Let courage and conviction abound.
With hard work's torch held proudly high,
Let India's future rise and touch the sky!