Birth Of A Hero

By Rohini Chachan

Grab the freshest of the flowers,

Sweetest of the sweets

A blithe hearted lad was born

Many years ago, for us to greet.

A talent born out of the mountains

Like the greens of the wheat.

Heart’s a boundless ocean, calm like a lake,

He’s like the first drizzle of rain 

After the ferocious heat.

 A victor he is not

Going without the foe and fleet 

Dolour walks in his path

With a sweet smile he will meet.

Dark path he will walk not

Even when the desires appear elite

The tragic past took chosen’s smile

Will not take his innocent heart; for it’s the reason

Fate and death he will defeat. 

By Rohini Chachan