JAYASHREE Sarkar
The boy named Swaraj,
since childhood days,
Painted stories in vibrant ways!
Yet in his studies, did he slack?
Not at all, not a crack!
From childhood, he loved to mold,
Clay to idols, firm to hold.
Still, he studied, day by day,
Books and lessons led his way!
When Baisakh came, Tagore would call,
Songs and verses filled his hall.
In dance and rhyme, his heart would glow,
Flowing free, like rivers flow!
A tune would sail through all his dreams,
A flute in hand, his joy redeems!
Even now, with songs so bright,
He drowns in verse, his soul alight!
With books in hand, he'd lose all time,
A reader true, his love, sublime!
The boy named Swaraj, open and free,
Creates with joy, his grand decree!
Each day, he draws with colors rare,
A poet, a player, a thinker with flair.
The sky is near, within his sight,
With passion strong, he claims his light!