The One who was to happen

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 

playful childhood 

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. 

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http://www.rinzurajan.blogspot.in/ – Rinzu

http://artofleo.wordpress.com/blog/– Vinay

 http://thoughtspop.wordpress.com/ – Nithya

http://viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/ – Preeti

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