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A little boy, very little boy sported
Spun out a metallic rod playfully
The fate cunningly so jiggled
Hit an electric poll, an electric shock drastically
Boy's burning life to be cared
Foregone, his hands and one leg
And the remaining toes amputated
Prayers answered, his parents did so much beg
Sold his property, met the expenses
Loving father to save his son
His immaculate heart's wishes
Effortful kid repaid as a good son
Trained his mouth to write and paint
Mastered and won praises and prizes
Advanced to computer to work out
Then his mouth to keyboard to songs
His goal now to earn
For a prosthesis rupees in lakhs
No doubt he'll learn
For the money the ways
Big tree sprouts from a tiny seed
So such skill needs no old age
Pruned plant doesn't die but yield
So too wonder boy ventures on with courage
(This is the story of little Janardhana as publisished in Ananda Vikatan 12-3-06)
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