I dream of a day...

Note:The below words are based on the conversation i had with a rag picker-ruqsaar, aged 7 and here she speaks her heart through my words.

I dream of a day,

When all the children will hold pens in their hands instead of fidgeting sticks.

Where all the children will look for letters and words and numbers instead of plastic, ploythene and glass.

Where all the children will be in their divine classrooms and not in the filthy trash bins.

Where all the rag pickers will will wear a satchel with books and not a sack of trash flung on their shoulder

Where no child's hands are engaged in dish washing , but in holding an abacus and a globe.

Where no child will ever lie on the pavement and dream about being in school.

 I dream of a day,

Where all the people will be lettered,

Where a child spells his name as kalam and not as kalim,

When all the people will sign with a pen and the stamp pads seem redundant

Where the president’s son and a scavenger's son sit on the same bench and learn the lessons  of life.

Where education becomes a breathing right of every child born!

When  we all  be the preachers and the teachers to the world.

I have a dream that each of my fellow brothers and sisters will transform this dream of an educated India, real.