He spent his life in misery
For the sake of earning his keep,
Couldn’t he make a move?
There was no faith to leap.
A chance or a hand of help
Would make a happy gain,
How could he win optimism?
The sluggish fortune would refrain.
The day he sought himself
Came the discovery of luminous life,
The light kept on radiating
Into a sword transformed a knife.
The sky was no longer blue or white
A bright and gleeful sun rose,
This shall now never ever set
On the luminous path he chose.
Written by Nidhi Raghuvanshi
