Clouds look bright in the day
Rainbows too shine in the day
Sun does  shine in the day
Red lotus blossoms in the day

Stars go to sleep in the day
Moon goes to rest in the day
People work hard in the day
The birds fly high in the day

But how miracles, happened here
In dark a big bird took a flight
How the miracle happened here
Bright sun appeared in the night?

A miracle it is,  a pure miracle
It is a story of complete miracle
No one has heard, such a story
Of simple success, in debacle,

It is the story of a wriggling boy
Stuck deep in the poverty-mess
In rotten mud and stinking ditch
Crying loud, as, in helplessness
 
When pulled out, came fresh air,
In nerves flowed, hot - red- blood ,
All good works , flashed in shight,
When he got back his lost senses -

Strange pure aura emerged around
His face got back a perfect shine
Parents , guardians , teachers as well
Had always better views  to opine

Views flourished with ticks of time
Started turning to a new leaf of life
Reading writing and welfare service
Serenely shaped his turbulent  life

Became loyal to his kind parents
Served them well days and nights
Laboured hard with brothers sisters
Soon he reached educational heights

My parents agreed 'marry me '
To get a work - girl as my wife
I got a meek and docile spouse
And started a happy married life ,

A lot of ups and downs we saw
Plodding heavily on ruts of life
Whirls of success and failure
Kissed my forehead to keep alive







 







G.N.PRASAD, DISTRICT PRESIDENT,
AKHILBHARTIYA KAYASTHA MAHASABHA,
HAZARIBÀG