By Yogender Singh
A child who told himself, yes he can,
Meet the lonely man,
8 miles to school with books in hand,
He raised himself to make silver out of sand,
Meet the lonely man,
He slogged hard, at times feeling weak,
While destiny played hide & seek,
With willpower his armour to steer,
He kept defeating all his fear,
Considerate he was, always played fair,
Taking along people he love and care,
A helping hand, he trusted all,
Benevolence marked the beginning of his fall,
He forgave all with a smile on his face,
Picking himself to win the life race.