School For Self Motivation.

Sundays are busy for him A child of thirteen, a student Misfortunes many but motivation bright The little one in haste To wash over his coat Every day he was prompt Every day he went to school Every where he liked But never he got dejected The simplicity was famous But cruelty of the second mother felt Little did she fed him Little did she inspired The father was helpless In heavens the soul of mother cried And prayed for the dear one He stood in first everywhere Every time he acclaimed by learnt ones He was a successful boy everytime In life suitably placed as a winner.