He learned by watching, feeling, and trying,

Riding bikes, swimming, never shying.

A self-taught boy, with a thirst to know,

English and Punjabi began to flow.

Yet chemistry—oh, a mystery so profound,

In schools where no joy was ever found.

Exams repeated, shouts galore,

But no one told him what marks were for.

Though things were scarce, his spirit found,

The richest treasures all around.

Nature’s gifts, always near,

Taught him wonder, calmed his fear.

Money was little, but he had enough—

Food, family, friends—life wasn’t rough.

In old army barracks, his world did grow,

A simple life, with joys to show..

Neighborhood kids, his partners in fun,

Games and sports from dawn till sun.

Community’s warmth, a sense of belonging,

Within army walls, their laughter thronging.

Stories of valor, tanks on parade,

Guns and tales his father displayed.

A soldier, engineer, officer too,

A hardworking man, his love shone through.

His mother, so gentle, her care so sweet,

Readying him for school or family’s festive beat.

Her love, a cocoon, her touch, a balm,

In her embrace, he found his calm.

His sister, cheerful, stubborn, bright,

Lost in crafts or books, her delight.

A bond they shared, in play and jest,

Together they thrived, their little nest.

Baby me, a world so small,

But rich with love, it had it all.

A child of wonder, heart so free,

That’s the story of baby me.