Rajpal Singh Biography

ME
On this orb of death,
In 1964, me Heaven made fall,
For, I could take my first breath,
And to be called ‘Rajpal’
And to give joy to them all
Who hung around for nine months and not less
For this prisoner to get enthralled
In the cell of blood and flesh.
My custodians, guards and warders
To make this detenu flourished
With all traits of mind and soul
Sustained, supported and nourished.
Themselves suffered they scorch summery,
But me they kept under shadowy tree.
Me they schooled to develop faculties
And to earn for me a post degree.
Never thought I or dreamt ever
That could a verse be writ by me ever.
But it being known to me so far
That language and thought her two components be.
Former maketh her body and latter the immortal part:
Without the latter, it is like a lifeless corpse.
And only a month before nineteen ninety nine,
Decided I to make a good start
By writing for Him a few lines,
In His name and only in His praises,
But soon I found drenched in deluge of phrases.
My first verse bloomed from an invisible bud,
And I named it “In Search Of God”.