POEM (1) : THE EARLY YEARS

I am not a waste,
Just because I live,
In a tiny space,
And without laces,
On my favourite shoes,
Crafted with the golden hues,
Of strength to outlast struggles.

These are my EARLY YEARS,
Filled with many tears,
But they have given me,
A clearer vision of Tomorrow.

I am not trash,
Just because my suitcase,
Of Life’s choices is bite-sized,
Overflowing with worries,
Not easy to tame or ignore,
These pieces of baggage,
Will soon be discarded,
For my experiences and resilience,
Have been transformed,
Into wings of Progression.

Those were my EARLY YEARS,
Filled with many tears,
But they became the bridge,
To reach the beauty of Tomorrow.

POEM (2) : SKILLS**

Identify your Skills,
Golden competences,
For these peculiar insights,
Innately forged from knowledge,
Accompanied by understanding,
Can blossom into a plantation,
Of architectural achievements,
And innovations with each new season.

Nurture your Skills,
Exceptional qualities,
For these peculiar insights,
Innately mixed with abilities,
Are the building blocks,
Of a new and vast empire,
Able to impact many, as well as,
Fulfil the heart’s desire in each season.