His Ship was torn with the storm
The waves were rising and there was no respite
Others would have thought of being in Life’s departure lounge
But he was not the one to cringe or scrounge
No one gave him a chance to survive the night
But he was a fighter in his own right
Bearing all odds he reached the shore
Not a feeling of exhaustion did he show
He did not swoom he did not sigh
A rare combination of shyness but head held high
A dim astonishment at the strain he felt
On his courage and spirit I dwelt
Even on a dark stormy night with a lull
Such people are aware of a star whose light although dull
Every moment they are glad to have lived
Never a rude word and never to be rived
These people are rare
With ambition in their mind and courage leading the way
Always looking forward to the next destination
From those they admire they earn their recognition
They earn reverence without any decree
These are ordinary men to extraordinary degree
-Adi
