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"ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಕವನದಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯ”

ಶಾಲೆಯ ಪೂಜಾ ಕೋಣೆ


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ನಿನ್ನೆ 15.08.2025 ಬೆಳಗಿನ ಬೆಳಕು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ವಿಭಿನ್ನವಾಗಿತ್ತು. ಸಿರಿ ಶಾಂತ ಉತ್ಸಾಹದಿಂದ ಎದ್ದಳು. ಶಾಲಾ ಯೂನಿಫಾರ್ಮ್ ಧರಿಸಿದಾಗ, ಅದು ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಸೇರಿದ ಭಾವನೆ ನೀಡಿದಂತೆ. ನಾನು ತಿರಂಗಾ ಬಣ್ಣವನ್ನು ಸಿರಿ ಮತ್ತು ಸಿಂಧು ಅವರ ಮುಖದ ಮೇಲೆ ಎಳೆದೆ—ಮೂರು ನಾಜೂಕಾದ ರೇಖೆಗಳು, ಅಲಂಕಾರವಲ್ಲ, ಪರಂಪರೆಯ ಗುರುತು.

ಶಾಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಇತಿಹಾಸ ಮತ್ತು ನಿರಪರಾಧತೆಯ ವಾತಾವರಣ. ಮಕ್ಕಳು ಸಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದರು, ಕೈಗಳನ್ನು ಜೋಡಿಸಿ, ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಆಶ್ಚರ್ಯ. ಕೆಲವರು ಗಾಂಧೀಜಿ, ಕೆಲವರು ಬೋಸ್, ಕೆಲವರು ಭಗತ್ ಸಿಂಗ್. ಕೆಲವರು ಕಿತ್ತೂರು ರಾಣಿ ಚೆನ್ನಮ್ಮ ಮತ್ತು ಓಣಕೆ ಓಬವ್ವ ಅವರ ಧೈರ್ಯವನ್ನು ಧರಿಸಿದ್ದರು. ಅವರ ಪುಟ್ಟ ದೇಹಗಳು ಸ್ಮರಣೆಯ ಭಾರವನ್ನು ಹಾಡಿನಂತೆ ಹೊತ್ತಿದ್ದವು.






ಸಿರಿ “ದೇಖೋ ಬಚೋ ಝಂಡಾ ಪ್ಯಾರಾ” ಎಂಬ ಹಿಂದಿ ಕವನವನ್ನು ನಿರಾಳವಾಗಿ ಪಠಿಸಿದಳು. ನಾನು ಕಲಿಸಿದ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಗಳು ಮರೆತುಹೋಗಿದ್ದರೂ, ಅವಳ ಶಬ್ದ ಸಾಕು. ಅದು ವೇದಿಕೆಯಿಂದ ಎದ್ದಿತು, ಬೆಳಗಿನ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ನೆಲಸಿತು.

ನಂತರ ಅವಳು ಕಾಲೋನಿಯ ಧ್ವಜಾರೋಹಣದಲ್ಲಿ ಭಾಗವಹಿಸಿದಳು, ಚಿಕ್ಕಿ ತಿಂದಳು, ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರೊಂದಿಗೆ ನಗುತಾಳಿದಳು. ಸಂಜೆ ಅವಳ ಶಿಕ್ಷಕಿ ಫೋಟೋಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ವೀಡಿಯೊಗಳನ್ನು ಕಳುಹಿಸಿದರು. ನಾನು ಶಾಂತವಾಗಿ ನೋಡಿದೆ—ಅವಳ ನಿಲುವು, ಮಾತು, ಸೇರಿಕೆಯ ಭಾವನೆಗಾಗಿ.

ಇದು ಸಣ್ಣ ಸಂಪ್ರದಾಯಗಳ, ದೊಡ್ಡ ಅರ್ಥಗಳ ದಿನ. ಒಂದು ದಿನ, ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಧ್ವನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯದ ಪ್ರತಿಧ್ವನಿ, ತಂದೆಯ ಮೌನದಲ್ಲಿ ಹೆಮ್ಮೆ.




ತಿರಂಗಾ ಬಣ್ಣದ ತುದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ, ಕನಸುಗಳ ಹಾರವು,
ಮಕ್ಕಳ ನಗುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ, ಭವಿಷ್ಯದ ಸಾರವು.
ಪಾಠವಲ್ಲ ಇದು, ಒಂದು ಪಾಠದ ನೆನಪು,
ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗೆ ಬೆಳೆದ, ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ್ಯದ ದೀಪವು.

At the edge of the tricolor, dreams take flight,  
In children’s smiles, the future shines bright.  
Not just a lesson, but a memory to keep,  
A lamp of freedom, growing step by step.


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