One stormy night
behind prison bars
was born a no ordinary child
The one whose time had come
The innocent eyes
and dark complexion
He was no ordinary child
He was the one the world awaited
Raised as one amongst us
charming everyone with his antics
Fighting the demons and snakes with an equal ease
He was waiting to happen to the world
Stealing milk and butter
and getting punished by mother
Flirting the village girls
Yet being the hero they all loved
Somewhere between a
and a master strategist
He became Supreme.
The One and Only.
The One who was to happen.
Written for National Poetry Writing Month. 30 poems in 30 days. Today's prompt was a poem on mythology based on a non-Greco-Roman myth. Honestly, I couldn't quite understand it and all I have read in mythology is Hindu mythology, that too with a greater interest only recently. So, I took up that only.
You can read more poems written by some brilliant writers here:
http://janakinagraj.com/ – Janaki
http://jaibalarao.com/ - Jaibala
http://andiwrite.com/ – Count
http://ponderingtwo.blogspot.in/ – Rohan
http://advkaranshah.blogspot.in/ – Karan
http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya
http://juztamom.blogspot.in/ - Sfurti