Born of a great mind
Which, propels to pursue goals,
Kindles desire to perfect talents
Emerges from strange quarters:
Not from parents, brothers, sisters,
Nor teachers, who too cautious
To say your work’s good,
Lest ‘over confidence’ breeds you
Spend hours deciding to lower
Some more of the digits marked red
On your examination sheets
But strangers never seen or known
On lonely churchyards, graveyards and backyards
Who become such friends you ever saw or knew.
ANUSHA.U.R.
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16 yrs
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