Andrew Banbhalang Thabah, Shillong,India.
In the stillness of silence, I pondered
What are the great lives made of?
Doth they possess extraordinary strength-
Innate, acquired or divine intervention?
Luther, Gandhi and Teresa we know,
Ye noble life for all to see;
Immortalized deeds in the sands of time,
Cemented eternally in the earth’s folklore.
The narrow path of struggled and pain;
They have travelled, they have been through;
Easing the pangs of the grief stricken
The poor, the needy, the downtrodden,
The sick, the heartless and the soul-less world.
A solace of sort for the unfortunate,
A smile they bring unto the brows;
The face that bore the scars of darkness;
The burning desire, the iron-willed,
The great substance of strong mettle;
Selflessly giving, selflessly serving
to end the misery of humanity.
Wondering how such lives are made of,
Of the ordinary and the Halo nature,
Touch the altitude of the endless sky
Their greatness stretch beyond horizon
The answer lies not in the rich and mighty-
But living and striving a life
Of great conviction and true humility
Of valor and of character
The greatest reward for all to see;
The ‘crown of greatness on thy forehead’
Forever there shall it be.