Notorious Stork Poem by Kishor Kumar Mishra

Mid-night of August was so dark,
When I was dropped by a stork.
I was picked up by my parents-
KInd enough to nurse an infant.

I saw another chap a little older,
They identified him as my brother,
He was dropped by a stork earlier,
And picked by my generous mother.

Subsequently two more siblings I found,
They too were dropped by the winged,
I wonder why happened these events?
Why did the stork drop all in midnights?

I met my friends in the school,
Similar was the fate of them all,
Stolen, dropped by the stork notorious,
We survived for our parents generous.