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    • Feb 17
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Best Gift Ever

By Afrin Rahaman


Talents are God’s gifts to the new born

Some can think, some dance. Some sing a song

Slowly, the baby turns adult

Talents stop growing, whose the fault?


My talents are God’s blessings.

Its my responsibility to protect my things.

All good things need care.

I must nurture them, not let them go spare.





Even marble statues are damaged by acid rain. even plugging takes place in our vein.

Gold doesnot sparkle, if unpolished.

So do talenst may demolish?


My talents are my responsibility,

To protect, preserve and increase my ability.

Hardwork and practice invites perfection.

‘No pain. No gain’ -ultimate realization.


By Afrin Rahaman






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