Wrote this poem in school days....when creativity used to be at the fore - May seem to experienced poem writers....but still the original..........
He was born on footpath,
where only dogs, no else could bath.
His eyes were in the pockets of God,
But he was given a prize
despite that odd,
his brain was sharp as a twinkling
sword,
the courage he bore was only in
almighty God.
Father had reached the end,
Mother was nearby, but
she had the will to betray
the cruel fate.
Blindness was a bane, which
got on his body as a cane.
but his courage was his guard.
He learnt from his mother, the
notes of music and the poor
piano which he had his only
wealth and parents' will.
He got a glow inside,
and enthralled people side by side.
He grew to famous height,
but remembered mother-father,
with bright plight.
He was lowest in the overconfidence,
for "higher a person gets, lower
his self becomes."
He had not seen the sun, but
he was glowing Sun
who helped others discover that
who thinks that it is possible,
the winner is only that,
the winner is only that!!!!!!!
