Smiles rose high, laughter filled the air, The walls of our school began to sing. Every face glowed, free from care, As joy arrived on childhood’s wings.
Morning slipped into the Career point Gurukul Kota campus softly, like chalk dust settling after laughter. The teachers wore smiles wider than the corridors. Something childlike had returned-something real. Children’s Day here wasn’t a carnival of explosions; it was more like a calm tune hummed by someone who knows the whole song. The assembly gathered slowly, like a gentle tide filling the ground. Teachers stood like guardians who pretend to be strict but carry warmth in their pockets.
The teachers participated with surprising grace; the quiz segments sparked tiny storms of excitement. Every hand half-raised, every whisper a battle plan, and every correct answer arrived with quiet pride. Laughter tangled with applause, and even the shy ones wore a small shine in their eyes. The classroom shook with joy. No grand stage-just a class full of chaos, happiness, and the kind of energy that could make even a cold-blooded genius smile.
At Career Point Gurukul, the bell didn’t just mark periods that day. It marked laughter, freedom, and the sound of growing up-just a little slower. Sometimes the simplest moments-shared laughter, small competitions, familiar faces -leave the strongest imprint. Children’s Day didn’t need noise to matter; it carried its meaning quietly, in the soft ways we connected with one another.
Saksham Yadav
11 PCM
