A little boy, very little boy sported
Spun out a metallic rod playfully
The fate cunningly so jiggled
Hit an electric poll, an electric shock drastically
Boy's burning life be cared
His hands and one leg
And the remaining toes amputated
Prayers answered that his parents did beg
Sold his property, met the expenses
Loving father to save his son
His immaculate heart's wishes
Effortful kid repaid as a good son
Trained his mouth to write and paint
Mastered and won praises and prizes
Advanced to computer to work out
Then his mouth to keyboard to songs
His goal now to earn
For a prosthesis rupees in lakhs
No doubt he'll learn
For the money the ways
Need not a big tree bear a big seed
Need not skill too be only old age
Pruned plant doesn't die but yield
So too wonder boy ventures on with courage
the 'wonder boy' has been penned by you wonderfully! .....10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
indira its a beautiful poem....so well written on the cherished yet broken path of a promising little soul... very senditinve and loving person to write this subject so well superb.... cheers and ten