The Hands That Help Us Grow

Poem by Hridaan Chandan

Before the morning bell begins to ring,

Before the choir starts to sing,

The hallways echo with a different sound—

Of quiet work, where care is found.

The floors are swept, the windows bright,

Polished clean by morning light.

The heavy doors and the garden green,

Are kept so neat by hands unseen.

You fix the chairs whereon we sit,

You keep the classroom lamps all lit.

When things are messy, or spills occur,

You’re there to help, a helping blur!

It isn’t just the chores you do,

It’s the kindness that you show us, too.

A friendly nod, a helping hand,

The finest team in all the land.

So on this day, we stand to say,

We see the work you do each day.

With grateful hearts and a loud “Hooray!”

Poem by: HRIDAAN CHANDAN

Class V

Apeejay School, Nerul