It’s that time of the year again
When it all began
In hazy roasting summer
They trained us to become a teacher
Teacher leader change maker
Whatever you say
To improve the education system on the way
I joined the fellowship.
It is that that time of the year again
When the word ‘teach’ struck very late
But “for India” did actually captivate.
I entered the journey of transformation
Put up the charts and made a long vision
Only to realize this is not how it is done.
When I entered the school the first day
Ravindranath Tagore PCB as it claim
Met the kids at places all around
I felt like stiffer alone on the ground
All my learned tactics seemed to drown
Those noises almost made me unsound
But at this time of the year again
I know all these noises will hound around,
In my life for a long time.
This is that time of the year again
Where my mind is confused again but this time
Not to take the road less traveled by
But to leave the footsteps behind that chime to come back.
It is that time of the year again
Where reflection is unable to find answers
About the split worlds, about equity
The smile on the face of the kid
And answers they ask about equality.
The movement for the unrealistic vision
To bring ‘all’ and ‘excellent’ at equilibrium
Where I know to attain one, other has to be sacrificed.
But still in the journey of the easy or the right
I have found my light.