HE IS RICH

 Such grace,Such pace,

Such rhythm,

Such ways.

He's a man of fame,

But just to see those innocent smiles,

He can even sacrifice his name.

And when this soul glitters in that room,

With his octapad he plays skilfully,

Someone somewhere shower blessings in pools,

And those smiles widen blissfully.

Oh, such satisfaction,

Oh, such loveable reactions.

He's touched,

He's happy.

He's in love,

With everything wacky. 

He's an angel in disguise,

To all those liliputs around his thighs.

The pain he hides,

The smile he shows,

All beneath the stars,

The serenity he holds.

His smile is bright,

Their smiles...the brightest.

He deserves the world,

And those giggles are in front of him.

He, in his swirl,

Welcomes it to the rim.

He's now an "Art of giving",

Who teaches those little faces the "Art of living".

He seems to be a mystery,

Yet more is to be discovered,

He has an unwanted history,

To his parents, he's their only lover.

He's broken

But he'll smile,

He's shaken

Still he will shine.

Yes, he's rich,

He has a heart of gold,

Keeping all those pompous things aside,

He strives to be bold.

P.S. 

They love you for who you are,

They feel proud of what you do,

Remember, broken crayons still colour,

Ignoring the inches of taboo.