Indira Renganathan - Wonder Boy

A little boy, very little boy sported
Spun out a meyallic 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

Indira Renganathan

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