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