I had an Office, a Title, a polished Chair,

Files with me, Authority in the air !

A Principal’s room, dignity neatly framed—

KVS knew me, the system knew how I was.

Yet something restless lived in my chest,

A worry not answered by comfort or rest.

Beyond the cities, past traffic and noise,

I heard a quieter bell—village girls and boys.

So I stepped down, not backward, not small,

But inward—towards a truer call.

I traded protocol for muddy shoes,

And found purpose I did not lose.

Navodaya was not a promotion on paper,

But a commitment written deeper.

Here, students don’t go home each day,

They grow up before your eyes—and stay.

They arrive with dust on their dreams,

Raw talent stitched at the seams.

First-generation-hopes, shy but bright,

Carrying families in their silent fight.

As teachers here, we are more than guides,

We become foster-parents through changing tides.

We wake before dawn, sleep after students sleep,

Because their failures feel personal, without a shout.

I have signed Service Books, Transfer Orders

and chaired meetings too,

But nothing compares to a child who grew—

I missed comforts, yes—that part is true,

But I gained a nation quietly built anew.

Not in air-conditioned halls of pride,

But in hostels where resilience resides.

When they call me “Sir” with trust-filled eyes,

I know exactly why I chose this sacrifice.

Leadership is not the height you reach,

But the ‘lives’ you make, the values you teach.

I left a Chair—but kept my soul,

Chose Navodaya—and became whole.

KVS taught me systems—strong and wise,

Structured days, well-defined skies.

Children returned home by evening light,

Parents carried worries through the night.

But Navodaya asked for something more,

Not just a teacher—but a guardian core.

Here, the child sleeps under my watchful care,

Dreams knocking softly at midnight prayer.

KVS polished talent already seen,

Urban confidence, sharp and keen.

Navodaya plants seeds in unseen soil,

Faith watered daily with patience and toil.

There, education ended with the bell,

Here, life itself becomes the lesson we tell.

In KVS, I led an institution with pride,

In NVS, I walk with children, side by side.

I did not leave one to reject the other’s grace,

I simply chose a more demanding embrace.

KVS shaped my stature, my administrative voice—

Navodaya shaped my soul… and that was my choice!