Who Will Clarify Poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan

born with gifts and faults...use the gifts...lose the faults...nice thought process

A child prodigy is born and others are made, as far as I know.

we are all born, but eventually make ourselves what we are.few are able to preserve the innocence that they have when they are born.i like what u have to say!

the creater and maker...if you have that kind of access...

hard to answer in the present era made? ? or born? ? ? regards sandhya

First born and others are made. Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me

all are born, and what we are taught becomes what we are made.

first born; later made! i am more in line with the wise man down 2 lines!

You think too much, my friend. I think both. :)