A Detached Star From The Galaxy

Surrounded by hillocks-pretty small village, Called Ishu Chatti-full of nature's privilege, A brook followed amid beautiful Saal forest It covered three fourth, wide roads the rest, Mangra sole son of widow; fourteen years old Handsome, robust, smiling n shining like gold Free from schooling, helping his old mother Green Saal leaf gatherer -daily used to gather, Mother used to make Dona and Pattar for sale There were many such families having life of gale Bi-weekly fair, sale and purchase and lots of fun From near town, villages -a pilgrimage like run, Mangra got in touch with people from the town, A hard working robust; body like steel gown, Got married with Tetri of near village-crowned, Mangra's job is done by her without any frowned, Now Mangra a detached star from the Galaxy, He became a driver and drove a private taxi, Soon he was gifted, a daughter named her Gracia, 'Struggling life-earn more-among the acacia ' Want of more-dragged him into ditch-life of city Made nice house-he was rich now in his capacity, Then he went to Bombay with his friends-far, Indulges in many acts; happy life now with in jar, Initially he used to come once or twice in a year, To have more happiness and joy got many dear, He trapped himself in the world of hatred-negative Fallen sick and died with the report—HIV positive, Now all dears gone far and far living him alone; cried At the corner of his life-he lay his sweet memory-dried, Tetri and Gracia -the lost dream -breathed within him Leaving everything what he earned, as a curse whim, Returned back to dream world-lean and thin; the gold Sheltered in village church, hiding with dusky fold, Gracia a beautiful girl was to be wedded today, She was waiting for her daddy to come today, Then he saw Tetri whom he ruined as a legend, He stood and identified with her eyes-Ah! End, He narrated whole story to the Tetri, and she, Listened all and whispered- still I love you, , Mangra told-I am infected -suffering with AIDS, ‘You have confessed with the soul bright-fades ‘ Tetri hugged him, for me you are my God, Today, a precious day, come to church my Lord, Took him to the home and after bath-decorated, All frustration gone, no one is frustrated, After wedding ceremony was over, all enjoyed, Mangra stood up and loudly said; I annoyed, With the life of blindness, Blinded with the lust, Greedy became I, gained evil and lost everything-just, Earning is not bad but the blindness-I'm a convict In the court of Tetri and Gracia- ruined the verdict Killed the Love of Father and the love of husband, He started singing village song like child-no band For the want of more money reached God's door, Once earned more and more then closed the door Mangra—Tetri, Gracia - Name Dona-Bowl of Saal leaves Pattar-Plate of Saal leaves Ishu Chatti—Village name Saal—A tree tribal worship this tree