I, The God's Chosen One

I saw the pain in his eye when he came to deliver the phone MI.

While signing the consignment slip I habitually talked to him.

'What is the minimum academic qualifications this job needs?

He answered, 'Not much, a secondary level is enough for this deed.

12th passed have higher salary and respected position.

They manage the team - people by sitting at work- station. "

I didn't know why I looked at his attire and his accessory,

Believe me, he maintained the decorum of an educated buddy.

I unintentionally replied." OK. you're middle-class pass.

And so a delivery boy and not dictating like a boss. "

He with mild eyes stated, "Madam, I'm a graduate with distinction.

I have to repay the loan taken for the completion of my education."

I dared not to ask anything else as his eyes were teary much,

He himself explained, to be his father's strength he chose such.

He was sober, mild in tone, and man of great manner,

Maybe God was testing him by keeping under scanner.

I asked if he had developed some creative hobbies

He gladly replied he was known for his paintings.

I noted his number, sent it at once to my artist friends.

They added him to their list to exhibit his art on weekends.

He thanked me, I to God, as He had chosen me to play His role,

His art amazed the world's artist community as a whole.

I was deeply delighted by his active participation in all events.

His upcoming and ongoing progress motivate me to find more talents.