When the words of mortal adorn you
You cannot but smile wide from deep
How just small praises makes your day
One can never tell how honest the praise
Maybe a rant to solicit a special attention
Could be the song to slow your progress
Only positive words stimulates motivation
Very Gifted….
When all about you is expressed with gold
You cannot relent on the drive to not sleep
How dearly many strive in valleys with hay
One left out in the streets no hope for raise
Maybe the orphans no longer in detention
Could food and shelter be set in congress?
Only a hear of God in us can be gravitation
Very Gifted….
