Mohammad Abdullah - Dejection, The Consequences

He was born, it was the inception,
He was a first-born, it was the exception,
Two more took birth, it was the contradiction,
His parents died, the young lad was left with dejection.

Ten years later, his granparents passed away,
Three toddlers, like stones were cast away,
Being the eldest, he worked night and day,
Instead of love, the young lad faced only dismay.

Ten more years, heaven knows how they spent,
Living from hand to mouth, his stoop was now bent,
This life wasn't his fault, what could he repent,
To be raised this way, he was never meant.

Grief, sorrow, the howling storm inside,
It was fate, how could he turn the tide,
Under the mask of happiness, the storm had to hide,
'Where's Mum and Dad? ' but he always lied.

But against all odds, he survived,
For the best of them, he was deprived,
Like their father would have, he thrived,
To see them grow, to see them smile, he strived.

Let them woe, let them weep, how could he?
What he went through, he'd never let them see,
'Be the good ones, you always have to be'
His soul ascended, but he left behind a legacy.

To others, faith in humanity he gave,
To be a man like him, the world would crave,
By helping one, all of mankind you can save,
'A teacher, A savior, A legend' was written on his grave.

Mohammad Abdullah

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