The Talent.

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The little one wrote a small poem He sung it aloud in his class room The imagination was about his own home Where he is growing with talents With plays, and skills without class rooms The class room being the home itself The teacher being his parents Where the texts are in unwritten ways The lessons of agriculture, poultry Together with live stock management He wrote about the little lines and sung He tried to listen the sound of lowing river The images that brings him happiness One day his mother saw the write ups Where the pages were written about her love And concern for her talented child Little he told to others In secret amused the little one's talent.

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