The Wreath.

An adventurous man, my good friend Where his service always offered In moments of emergency people call him In moments of joy people forgets him He never boasts his result in public But keeps his perfect health as asset The asset of health a real wealth of us But people seldom remembers in happiness This adventurous man an ordinary labor Where he found is rice and living A dwelling house never he owned A big space of sky he always looked The platform that he built in his might A big mango tree saved from fall There he slept in nights without fear The perched birds looked him in thanks A protector of birds always he was A humble man of valued character He missed a family life in years No one bothered to get him married Whenever a death occur in village His service was available for funeral He makes all ready the funeral pyre But never cries or shows the sad of death After finishing the service he disappears A perfect human being we exclaimed Still we seldom remember the man of need But always he offered his service to us When ever there a feast is in homes He came as a non invitee to serve the guests No one bothered to ask where he ate The delicious food that came in balance Slowly walks from the home after a drink The pure drinking water he takes from home We exclaimed a good human being my friend But no one bothered to get him married And tried to make a home for this man In a heavy rainy day we learnt in village The man is dead in a lightning shock We learned his qualities in the time Where we offered a single wreath for the man.