There were schools for open education
Where age was no a bar
The wonderful schooling they made
The elder ones came and studied
Their aspiration to get them literate
Their likes to draw beautiful pictures
The likes on colored pencils
A good slate they cared to store
Conscious always to keep them clean
The curves and lines of letter they liked
The value of education they came to know
Late but not so later useful in life
The old grandma sung a song
The grandpa sung and danced a folklore
The youths made their own creativity
An artful night in perfect happiness
The open schools visions to educate
The citizens those who sidelined in life
Who haven't got a chance to regular school.
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