To, Mystic Vision

Sir, I dedicate this poem to you on the occasion of Gurupurnima as a small gesture.


Another day completes,

and I write to him.

The shower of blessings,

he pours within.

A prophet you can say,

divine till brim.

Just an inch of faith and

reliance fom the light to the dim.

He suffers the agony and,

the righteous mess,

for he wishes the best.

For all the crowd and,

goats and buffalos,

The altruistic stands for the messed.

The gifted in time,

From his past penances,

He gets to act for the well-being of others.

He shares a piece of nurturing to all,

Respecting his blessings,

He further Bestows!


11th Std Student