As A Third Person BIO

Three years he took delight in the embrace of his mother. He lived, his mother's love and care replaced by no other Love for God and every being grew with him as he grew. As desert daisies and blissful birds, divine care he knew From his teachers and nature, the teacher, wisdom he gained In credence, courage, honour, and humbleness, he got trained. Love for uprightness and joy of freedom dawned day by day. The null and void earthly life too choked him in every way. He penned something always. Did he know what he truly wrote? On seas of fancies, like a weightless wood, he used to float. He might be a bit reckless and foolish in his dealings. He's not crooked yet; he's sensitive to others' feelings. Right, not might and concord of physique and psyche, he knew From the fairness of all beings, his source of life, he drew. In his love and care for the poor and weak, he's not blinded. Like tigers, lions, wolves, bears, and beavers, he's single-minded.