Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 17,498 Points (14-2-1957 / Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: My Childhood - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

I was not born with a fortune wholesome;
Born nor was I, as the only son-child;
Who cares if you are learned and handsome?
This world cares for only wealth that is piled!

Eighth son I’ as born of a teacher father;
Honest, he was but never worldly-wise!
So lucky was I, having a good mother;
The best education, they gave as prize.

I loved to work hard and do my duty;
Rest was assured; God only was my Friend;
I could not become rich- what a beauty!
This was the way, my life I yearned to end.

God gave me a great reward- that’s His Lute!
I was to play it like a Bard so cute.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 26, 2003

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