In the chilly soaking rain
Later, hot and dusty air

Sometimes hungry, or in pain
Come the children who will dare

With their bags of tattered books
Stubs of pencil, scrawling pens

Cosying in the classroom nooks
Hoping that its leak will end

Here our teachers try their best
Winning learners who still stay

Using all their wits and zest
As the children find their way

What’s the method what’s the art
No roadmap can be so sure

Often it’s an endless start
Teachers, learners both endure

I thank Heaven for my years
All the helps that made my days

Help our children’s small careers
Give them joy that fills and stays