A Tale of Determination

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Twelve years old, Pilu, they say,

Sells newspapers every day.

Evenings are spent in learning’s sway,

At a master’s house, he finds his way.

No money for school, it’s clear,

Government schools won’t draw him near.

Birth certificate, he does lack,

Odd jobs await, his future track.

For four months, work he does,

In exchange for tuition’s fuss.

No school exams to fret and stew,

No class advancement, he goes through.

Master Mashai teaches him well,

In that class, where knowledge dwells.

Pilu’s learning, just like the rest,

Grows over time, in pursuit of the best.

At home, his mother remains,

In several homes, work sustains.

To Pilu, she always imparts,

“Be a good person, fill your heart.”

“Truly, I’ll say, dear Pilu,”

“Good deeds you’ll indeed pursue.”

“In life, you must survive,”

“Work hard, that’s how to thrive.”

“God will provide,” she always claims,

“For effort’s worth, in life’s grand games.”

Pilu takes her words to heart,

In Vedas’ verses, he plays his part.

One day, a thought crosses his mind,

To supply milk, he is inclined.

Half-liter pouches he can sell,

A couple of rupees, the story will tell.

As he ponders, he starts to see,

All papers as customers might be.

How much milk do they acquire?

He delves into each inquiry’s mire.

Now begins milk and paper’s blend,

Together, he starts to send.

And now his work expands its scope,

Doubling his efforts, there’s no hope.

Another lad joins his path,

Together, they avoid any wraths.

With customers, they always stand,

A helping hand, in demand.

They grow this way, Pilu’s work,

Earnings saved, their pockets perk.

One day, to a broker he goes,

Seeking homes, he quietly knows.

A small house in his sights,

Fills Pilu with pure delight.

Twenty-five thousand, as advance,

This house, his life’s grand dance.

Then to the bank, he must make a trip,

Four thousand monthly, in an equable clip.

Five years to repay the loan they agree,

His own house, he’ll finally see.

Five years pass, and the house is his own,

Mother no longer needs to roam.

With her son, she resides in peace,

Work and home, a life’s caprice.

He takes the school’s final form,

In studies, he has weathered the storm.

Distributorship he takes on now,

Strengthens his business, his family’s vow.

Pilu becomes Pilu Babu,

His office now, his own home’s view.

Several years have gone by fast,

A solid house, he’s made it last.

Mother says, marriage he should pursue,

Know her well, before you do.

In a hurry, a bride arrives,

To Pilu’s new home, she now drives.

A motorbike he purchases new,

Supports his family and work, it’s true.

A good person now he’s become,

Like his mother’s words, like a drum.

Learning, now, he sets to the side,

Graduation, he’ll strive to abide