Aug 2018
Sitting in front of the balcony,
With heavy heart and deep burden, in his heart,
His mind plunged deep into his early days,
An epoch marked with series of troubles within,
Not from strangers, not from neighbors,
His birth, a threat to the foes of the woman that borne him,
A mother with pure heart, with no trace of hate in her kind,
The adversaries with cruel hate, wished the death of her child,
As though they could see his beaming future, with fear of his glory,
A shout was issued in anger that could kindle an Unquenchable flame,
How could he survive! So they chanted in their heart,
He was hated and tried in orders beyond,
Deep down in their heart, they never pray he should see the day light,
Through hate, envy, and jealousy He thrives,
Day by day and in each passing moment, there envy waxed stronger,
But the banner over him was love, the giver of life could see how strong his foes,
Enemies he never could imagine, in his heart so pure and clean,
Though the days are tough, like battle of the heart to survive and to live,
He is born a winner, though the time of yielding turtles,
They that fight in vain they fought, indeed he is a survival, no more no less,
It is true that all isn't well, at the moment the weather is hash,
In his heart it is published, all that hurts are for a moment,
The crops of the field endures both the heat, thorns and weeds,
The farmer in patients awaits the bountiful harvest of his crops,
Not hindered by the oppressors, though many at times they grew taller,
In confidence the plants thrive in midst of thorns and greener weeds,
What use can it be, and what good can it offer, it is a waste unwanted,
He was cast aside, refused, hunted and considered dead,
In his heart he discern a beautiful morrow,
In his burdened soul, he still could trust on Him whose banner over him is love,
The giver of life neither sleeps nor slumber his watch over him is sure,
He is born a winner, indeed the evil ones struggles for nothing,
With a new joy in his heart, the past he waved goodbye,
In welcome of the now, the beaming glory.
With heavy heart and deep burden, in his heart,
His mind plunged deep into his early days,
An epoch marked with series of troubles within,
Not from strangers, not from neighbors,
His birth, a threat to the foes of the woman that borne him,
A mother with pure heart, with no trace of hate in her kind,
The adversaries with cruel hate, wished the death of her child,
As though they could see his beaming future, with fear of his glory,
A shout was issued in anger that could kindle an Unquenchable flame,
How could he survive! So they chanted in their heart,
He was hated and tried in orders beyond,
Deep down in their heart, they never pray he should see the day light,
Through hate, envy, and jealousy He thrives,
Day by day and in each passing moment, there envy waxed stronger,
But the banner over him was love, the giver of life could see how strong his foes,
Enemies he never could imagine, in his heart so pure and clean,
Though the days are tough, like battle of the heart to survive and to live,
He is born a winner, though the time of yielding turtles,
They that fight in vain they fought, indeed he is a survival, no more no less,
It is true that all isn't well, at the moment the weather is hash,
In his heart it is published, all that hurts are for a moment,
The crops of the field endures both the heat, thorns and weeds,
The farmer in patients awaits the bountiful harvest of his crops,
Not hindered by the oppressors, though many at times they grew taller,
In confidence the plants thrive in midst of thorns and greener weeds,
What use can it be, and what good can it offer, it is a waste unwanted,
He was cast aside, refused, hunted and considered dead,
In his heart he discern a beautiful morrow,
In his burdened soul, he still could trust on Him whose banner over him is love,
The giver of life neither sleeps nor slumber his watch over him is sure,
He is born a winner, indeed the evil ones struggles for nothing,
With a new joy in his heart, the past he waved goodbye,
In welcome of the now, the beaming glory.
