Between these green-painted walls,
I learned that a girl's dreams have no ceiling —
That knowledge is the greatest gift,
And education is the deepest healing.

They taught me more than dates and sums,
More than science, prose, and art —
They taught me how to stand up straight,
And lead with both my mind and heart.

Kanya Mandir, you are not just a school,
You are where Nepal's daughters rise —
Where thirteen girls sat down in 1947
And dared to reach beyond the skies.

Seventy-five years of open gates,
Of teachers, books, and morning prayers —
Of girls who walked in full of doubt
And left as women beyond compare.

I am one of those girls.
And I will never forget what you gave me —
Not just an education,
But the courage to be free.