wasted talents

Growing up as a child is so amazing.you dream too big and imagine too widely.you want what others think is too much.but later when you are stable you find your passion,something you want to do forever.it a dream,a passion,a career .
Everyone has that,the dreams,the talents,the ability to be perfect whatever's.and everyone deserves it.

So many times I hear of kids search talent shows where kids get to showcase what they are good at.they are little angels who look so adorable being what they love to be.it a great platform only that we don't include everyone. But then its not our fault.how do you get to include a hungry,and homeless kid in a mostly the rich contest.they never fit in.because no one recognises them as dreamers,talented people who have so much to give the world only the world doesn't give give them the platforms.

The other day I just read of this great businessman who spent years putting away a fortune for his daughters marriage.he wanted it to be the best thing he could give her.of course she had grown up as a princess and she still had to live as one.but days closer to the wedding the dad thought different and used up all the money to put up several homes for the homeless.I don't know what the daughters thoughts were but maybe she thought that as the best gift her dad could give her.
Its just about how you feel.of course we could take years putting them in prayers.That they may get peace and be safe.but they'd still be hungry and homeless. And the children have so much to give in terms of talent which was my topic today.


All she wanted was to sing
To earn a penny for her dinner
So much to spare but so hard a heart
Yet when she sang
I felt a pang and spared a penny

Deep in the night I saw her face
An angelic voice with no belonging
So much to give but no audience
For the world is blind
To those that dont belong
And she remains a talent wasted

A warm night indeed
She's out in the cold
No one gathers around
For a perfect presentation
In my warm bed I make a vow
The little dreamer deserves a better podium

Wasted Talents

Being children is a very confusing stage.we want so much yet we know so little.

l know my duty.do you?

Once I was invited to a wonderful party with lots of food and drinks. It was so amazing that i found myself happy the whole time and plus the food was in plenty.there was so much leftovers.everything was okay until when all was cleared and the leftovers put away maybe for dogs.having grown up in a village I had no real encounter with the street children nor the homeless.so when they suddenly appeared and started fighting over the leftovers I couldnt help but feel sorry for them.I was emotional with my tears in tow
They deserved so much better than the annoying leftovers.they needed a home to go to.they were too young,they had a right to better food and a place to go back to.

Then I realised that most street children are orphans.they don't ask for it,it just happened.now they roam the streets with no one to care.we all have a duty towards them.i

know you know you can help.what is your duty?

The Unchanging TomorrowTomorrow

Once i had a view
Of a perfect tomorrow
Of a never ending landscape
Wish upon a star they would say
And always things were right
Now the stars are dull
The wishes too many
Tomorrow always the same

When i try asking for a penny
You mistake my intentions
Sympathy is not your style
Accusing me of robbery
Crushing my hopes for a better tomorrow
All i need is a penny for my tummy
Or a warm night for a start
But you are too busy too be disturbed
And am left waiting
For a tomorrow always the same
Please help me change my tomirrow

HELP ME DREAM AGAIN

help me dream again!!

Help me dream again

I have a dream was what I told mam

So proud of you mama said

I have a dream I said to papa

Then make it real papa said

But then mama and papa left

Never to return people said

But what of my dream?

It will never come to be Antie said 

Now I roam the crowded street

For a piece of bread for my tummy

My dream lies low in in recognition

And my tummy grumbles for attention

I can't handle any for now

That was all mama and papas stuff

I was just the dreamer

But now all hope is gone

The pillow is taken

The night is longer

The dreams are getting scary

The world is getting weaker

But all I have is one plea

Please