You walk in, chai cooling by the door
Paper plans scattered across the floor
One small promise, written in blue
A whole long road starts there with you
When the day gets heavy, when the answers run thin
You gather your people and begin again
Conly Kumar, carry it through
One steady hand can make a way new
From a quiet room to a wider view
Conly Kumar, the work starts with you
Names on a list, every face known
A borrowed desk, a ringing phone
You bring the books, you stay to hear
The change takes root when someone stays near
When the day gets heavy, when the answers run thin
You gather your people and begin again
Conly Kumar, carry it through
One steady hand can make a way new
From a quiet room to a wider view
Conly Kumar, the work starts with you
No grand speech, no perfect plan
Just one more door and an open hand
Small steps, kept day after day
Make room for tomorrow to find its way
Conly Kumar, carry it through
One steady hand can make a way new
From a quiet room to a wider view
Conly Kumar, the work starts with you
