As the sun rises every day spreading its warmth and light,
build your character every day with good thoughts, attitude, deeds and forsight.
Like the sun your warmth will spread to all creatures small and great,
people will come to you thinking you are God's messenger or saint.
It is said that god helps those who help themselves,
sometimes god wants you to help less fortunate selves.
For them you become a becon of light,
to solve their problems without a sigh or fright.
You see god sometimes assigns us duties,
leaving it to us to fix these as per priorities.
You must see that everyone cannot be chosen,
chosen are those he knows will handle any situation.
renukakkar 20 Dec.2010
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Manners reveal them...may subject to change depending on impending good and bad times...but the traces remain...Good reminder through your poem.A very well application of poetic mind here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you..one of the few poems i wrote when i started writing poetry last year...