My constant fall during my boyhood
(Between age of eight to nine), stood
A concern for my father who thought
There’s something lacking from my part
Proteins? Vitamins? Calcium? Iron?
He did not know what could be done

Balanced diet, he thought, might end
Making bones and flesh greatly blend
I ate, slept, woke, coyly played around
Like a calf untied with happiness abound
And fell; Lo, there my father had to feel
Has the illness not got a proper heal?
He did not relent, yet; increased the effort

Though, within him, he got a little hurt
A strong young man of royal decorum
Was what he wished to see in my bosom
He did not give up though he was upset
He knew strength within children gets set
It’s then he saw me learning to rise
Amidst severest of falls, with no cries
He, slowly, left me to rise from my falls
He’s happy for this; success this he calls…