School For Self Motivation. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Sundays are busy for him
A child of thirteen, a student
Misfortunes many but motivation bright
The little one in haste
To wash over his coat
Every day he was prompt
Every day he went to school
Every where he liked
But never he got dejected
The simplicity was famous
But cruelty of the second mother felt
Little did she fed him
Little did she inspired
The father was helpless
In heavens the soul of mother cried
And prayed for the dear one
He stood in first everywhere
Every time he acclaimed by learnt ones
He was a successful boy everytime
In life suitably placed as a winner.