Only thing that a human heart can sing,
Is the joy that the children bring.
Their bed must be a sailing ship, but not a broken boat.
They must be bright stars in the dark clouds.
Cruel words to them are the scars on their innocent hearts,
For, to jump, giggle and smile are their properties.
Let them come into the nation forward.
Let their voices in a group be heard.
I wish to see those little hands write and draw,
I wish to see their twinkling eyes carry hope for tomorrow.
To make them so, give your might.
It wasn't the reward that mattered or the recognition you might harvest. It was your depth of commitment, your quality of service, the product of your devotion -- these were the things that counted in life. Energize yourself and give your best purely and completely.
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