Desi school vs Convent

When schools of missionary stamp, with fervour undimmed and zeal so bright, Convert curiosity's lamp into dogmatic light; They teach in syllables foreign, rituals far from home, And seek, alas, to re-script the Indian genome.

But lo! In Himalayan heights where Sher-ka-Danda broods,

A bania-taught sanctuary guards our hallowed moods. Mandatory subjects, yes-CBSE's parsing drills- But Sanskrit prayers waft morning through Nainital's chills.

Here, culture's tapestry is embroidered in every stride, Diwali lamps, Holi's splash, where heritage is pride. They do not merely school-they awaken and inspire, Birla Vidya Mandir, world's summit, hearts afire.

To those who tout conversion as academic art, Let them behold where tradition's pulse outsmarts. For knowledge unmoored from roots is a ship lost at sea,

Our alma mater, the greatest, binds soul and esprit

The world may praise many halls, and alumni shining gold,

But the greatest school teaches mind-and keeps the culture bold