my own earliest story, in misery, poverty.

 

my own earliest story, in misery, poverty.

but i never prayed any god nor expected any help,

nor complained, nor felt sad.

never fought, never challenged

never criticized, never jealous, not in self pity,

i slept hungry very often,

bare with a few rags,

with a broken slate and torn note book

and in severe cold.

i was neither happy nor unhappy,

never puzzled, never in confusion,

.though there was no help, i felt no helpless.

i just did day's work,

learnt whatever i could,

i to day before the desk top,

i am the same poor boy,

but with fewest wants,

earning a modest monthly,

yet saving and sparing a little to the needy

whoever i come across, not a big thing.

so i have not much to say further