folded hands



Forbidden by all he sat there in a corner

Shying from his shadow that stared at him

Not sure what was it that kept him away,

Alone and lost to beg at the temple.

Forbidden by circumstances,

he had to keep happiness away

Was it a curse that had made him suffer?

Oh, all those patches on skin that differ

God!! Was he there for him? he wondered,

A bit too busy in all worldly deeds…he pondered

Filled with gratitude as he passed the test of life with flying colors

Forbidden for once but winner forever…




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