The Government School Question Poem by AAHAN VARMA

A young child walked

With a school bag on his back.

Every morning carried hope.

Every morning followed the same track.

His mother told him—

'Study hard, my son.

This is where futures begin.

This is where dreams are won.'

But when he arrived,

The walls were worn.

The books were aging.

The classrooms looked torn.

Some schools lacked teachers.

Some lacked space.

Some lacked the tools

Needed to run the race.

Then people wonder—

Why coaching centres grow.

The question is—

Why schools struggle so.

The question isn't

Why students fall behind.

The question is—

Why opportunity is so unevenly assigned.

The question isn't

Whether talent exists.

The question is—

Why support is missed.

One child begins the race

Several steps ahead.

Another is still searching

For the basics instead.

We don't ask for miracles.

We ask for a fair start.

Because education isn't charity.

It's the foundation of every heart.

And the future of a nation

Doesn't begin in speeches or rules.

It begins every morning

Inside its schools.