Padma was a small fourth-class girl, smart and curious, but her teachers never seemed to notice her talent. Their praise always flowed elsewhere, leaving her wondering if she was invisible. One evening, she told her mother how unfair it felt. Her mom gently held her hands and said, “You are unique, Padma. Your brilliance doesn’t need certificates or applause. Keep doing your best, and life will reward you in the right form at the right time.” Padma smiled, feeling lighter, knowing patience and effort would eventually unveil her true worth, and she walked forward with confidence in her bright future.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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