Never ever saw my parents or relations whatsoever.
Documents told me and I believe, I am no fluctuator..
Before India's Independence was born on 4th Feb. 1947.
British and Anglo Indians under title 'Women's Voluntary Service'
took me from poor parent's arms, from Calcutta to Kalimong.
Missionaries got me admitted to the Nursery at Dr. Graham's Homes.
Is this good luck, chosen among millions, free Schooling, now chums?
Or did Providence earmark me since birth, saving me from slums?
I do not understand the meaning of life, sometimes I just ponder.
There must be a reason for living, am I chosen to see yonder?
Nevertheless, I moved with the tide, studied, played, carefree.
Not realizing that my Sponsors also contributed, I agree.
Life is not just thinking but implementing in action, forward again.
Left School, and joined a job earmarked for me at Calcutta, Karma's frame.
Psychologically, knew much but is there a way to discuss, friends a few?
Alone, meant building confidence, starting afresh, dreams so true.
While walking on Calcutta's pavements for work, stunned at the sights.
Miserable people sitting, lying with bowls, struggling, their plight.
I reminisce the past, did luck save me or some thing else intervene.
Poor people scavenging for morsels, running Rickshaw pullers, I scream.
I remember when Gandhiji said 'There are poorer people than you,
Struggling to make a living'. I realized this to be exactly true
Other plans were in store for me. From meagre salary, to joining Army.
Will you call this luck, I don't think so, my prayer answered, Army, a family.
Promised I would help the needy, my heart for them, now I am retired
This is no luck but my sacrifice observed, and heavenly help showered.
For those who says they're lucky, that is their concern, but not for me.
My job is helping others. I am always provided meals, bread and tea.
So instead of awaiting luck's favour, prayer is essential every day.
For God alone shares our responsibility. He knows our heart, with us to stay.

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