😇There lived a lonely boy, once upon a time,
Whose biggest love was to rhyme.
So every time, 5-the clock chimed,
Hard, he worked and towards his dream he climbed.
😇Residents there were materialistic folk,
Who avoided him whenever he spoke.
The boy was completely stone-broke,
And thus people considered him as a joke.
😇Soon, by the people he was shunned,
But not once, he succumbed.
To support him, some gave fund,
And their love made him stunned.
😇Every day, he worked extreme,
As he always upheld his self esteem.
He really desired to gleam
As bright as possible in his regime.
😇Soon, he became a renowned poet,
And with his talent, he became rich and famous.
He never failed to do his best,
And so his poetry was efficacious.
😇When once, to his village he came,
Many folks hung their head in shame.
But, he said - irrespective of how famous he became,
To them he always owed his fame.
😇Soon, happiness returned,
As all materialism got burned.
Even the poorest got the respect they deserved,
As the village, in love, slowly drowned!