Can a child unfold and bloom. Only with the Sun piercing right through the dark hut, Can a child see the wonderful sights of this world. Only in an ocean of unprejudiced love, Can a child speak to its heart's content. Only through the eyes of soft empathy, Can a child see its true reflection. Only in surroundings of unadulterated society, Can a child open its mind wholesomely and dream. Only when applauded at its tiniest achievement, Can a child come to know its hidden potential. Only in lanes without propagation of caste, Can a child recognize its own identity. Only in the cradle of happiness, Can a child fantasize and create. Only in vicinity of the learned, Can a child imbibe the essentials of life. Only in the pages of medieval history, Can a child understand its ancestors better. Only in unpolluted waters of the Ganges, Can a child splash its hands and wholeheartedly swim. Only without discrimination of gender and status, Can a child flourish to achieve its goal. Only in the gentle hands of its mother, Can a child shield its eyes and sob. And Only in an atmosphere of complete equality,
Can a child stimulate his urge for learning, prosper and smile.