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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 t...

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...

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