The Coaching Nation Poem by AAHAN VARMA

The first day of school,
His bag was bigger than his dreams.
His mother smiled and said,
'This is where your future begins.'

The teachers taught lessons.
The books taught hope.
Everyone said,
'Education will help you cope.'

But somewhere along the way,
A different story appeared.

School became attendance.
Learning disappeared.
Morning at school.

Evening at coaching.
Night filled with tests.
And slowly childhood stopped growing.

His mother paid the fees.
His father worked overtime.
The whole family invested
In one dream at a time.

Every street had a coaching centre.
Every city had an empire built.
And somehow the classrooms
Were left carrying the guilt.

The question isn't
Why coaching became so big.
The question is
Why schools became so small.

The question isn't
Why students keep enrolling.
The question is
Why they don't trust classrooms at all.

If schools were enough,
Where did this crowd come from?
If education was working,
Why did a second system become one?

Some schools lack teachers.
Some schools lack space.
Some schools teach yesterday,
While tomorrow wins the race.

A rank is not education.
A score is not a life.
And a childhood shouldn't become
An endless competitive fight.

We don't hate coaching.
We don't blame ambition.
We're simply asking

Why has extra help become a necessity, not an option?
Because the biggest report card
Of any education nation,

Isn't the exam result,
It's the rise of an entire coaching generation.