An Indian genius

As usual, he play with friends and prays
To Sarasvati.
All this silence ends
When in his dreams he's captured by equations,
And his eloquence puts him to locations
Of crystal cold and shining lights within.

His ruthless will is keen on education,
He tries all books, he gives up his vacations
To build those bridges of enormous might
To higher planes of knowledge and delight.

He's never gloomy, wisdom is his mistress,
He always smiles, he catches all the whispers
Of rains so heavy, tropical intentions
He has to carry in his heart.

A mansion of sanctity in his routine will follow
Some long and bright, ineffable and shallow,
Ambitious wishes. Each time their solution
Encourages the others. His inclusion
Will mean so much to people in the future...

He is a genius. His mind is nurtured
By crystal waves of oceans and a Zephyr
From far-off lands. He wishes he won't sever
With books and Math.
They stay with him forever.


*This poem is devoted to all the child prodigies in India and giften Indian children abroad. May they be blessed by the Universe to proceed with their bright and impressive careers!