Courage

I saw him with a half plate meal

But his face with full of smile

His tummy urged for more food

And the luck is for him very rude

But he has no complaint against God

Always thankful for what he had got

He wore a dirty and torn dress

But I could see his body glowing and fresh

He knew how to deal with happiness

I saw his small hut with muds and leaves

A small wind could blow its roofs

But he held his courage very strongly

No calamity could break it easily.