_our Super Heroes Poem by Sathya Narayana

He tucks a blue shirt into a red trouser,
dons an yellow tie and wears a pair of white shoes.
With a broad grin showing all his teeth,
adjusting his oily wig
and wiggling his chin
he winks at the heroin
Yeah! He's our handsome hero on screen.
But my friends, don't try this
on streets or at home
even though you are his biggest fan.

He somersaults and raises 5 feet into the sky,
fights a 100 macho-men or even a deadly demon
without slipping the burning cigarette from lips,
without ruffling his wig-hair
and without soiling his gaudy attire.

Yeah! He's our handsome hero on screen.
But my friends, don't try this
on streets or at home,
even though you are his biggest fan.

In one gulp he can consume
one full bottle of dark wine.
With ruddy protruding eyes
creased with hanging skin pouches below
he can woo the most beautiful women in the world.
He can sing like Tansen
and dance like Michael Jackson.

Yeah! He's our handsome hero on screen.
But my friends, don't try this
on streets or at home
even though you are his biggest fan.

But listen to me my friends
Real heroes don't play pranks on screen.
They walk through all difficult paths
besmeared with lovely earth
and breathing the natural scents of the sky.
They wear the cloth of the common
like our Mahatma Gandhi,
fight for a cause like Alluri Seetharama Raju
and care for the poor, oppressed and downtrodden
like Mother Theresa.

When you train your mind
to listen to the grim cries around
and when you equip your every limb
to swim against the surging streams
to reach and help the needy brethren
that day you'll know how looks a real hero
that day you'll discover him nowhere else, but in you
very tall, dignified and shining like the morning Sun.