Children Of God Poem by Omprakash Thirunavukkarasu

Where to search for talent,

Where to preach or teach to make them talented,

Mother feed milk to young,

Father feed courage to flap wing,

Criticize by contemporary either..or,

Practice every now and then about creativity,

Matured talent come either in sixteen or sixty,

Nature have plenty of blessings,

One among is human belongings,

At one point, we need to realize as none,

Gate to known thought of no use,

Mate with god so of know use,

None is inferior noun,

No one claim us all-known.