In His Hands

He was called mad By out side world For being frank and straightforward He used to be optimistic and looked forward Some of our friends become unpopular By us for holding views similar In fact it is habit of good cultivation This helps to build long time relation Poverty should not mar the friendship It is your liking for comradeship That sentiments and affection matter Rest all can be taken care of later One of my childhood friends was really poor For his family some one else was begging from door to door They were really starving for the want of food But well looked after by people from neighborhood You can well judge caliber of such person Despite being from so poor family, he stood by his ground with reasons We had no answer for his logical conclusions He was leaving no doubt or confusion He rose to become one of the best doctor Another brother became judge Second one become secretary So judge was highly placed in judiciary Unluckily all brothers were targeted to in communal riots Their houses were burnt by some fanatic idiots This broke his mental spirit and decided to leave country He felt so grieved about people and was almost weary