Author M.I.K.E.T Kasadha

Author M.I.K.E.T. Kasadha
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  DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE AND WHAT YOUR JOB DEMANDS?
  Many of us have read and succeeded to obtain better grades. However, we have never found happiness in the careers we take on in this life we live. Certainly, money comes continuously along the way but we do not enjoy its fruits. We are in a state of life others call a mid-life crisis and then others just reduce it to be a partial deal of stress. Nevertheless, whether it is a mid-life crisis or stresses the paramount reality is that your life is depressed.
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#                              A baby on its mother’s back doesn’t know the journey is long.
#                 A bachelor should always spend minimum time with a friend’s wife.
#                 A bachelor’s wife doesn’t have ears.
#                 A bad cook also has his/her share of the bad food.
#                 A bad habit is like fire you can’t play with it and expect not to get burnt.
#                 A barren woman is like a leaking pot.
#                 A beautiful one hurts the heart.
#                 A beggar’s knees are supple.
#                 A bird doesn’t alert his fellow bird that a stone is coming.
#                 A bird doesn’t forget one who killed off his feathers during the rain
                  season.
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Real wisdom lie in the truth, thus a person can never be wise without the truth.
There are just a few friends in this world and the best friend is always yourself.

Patience is a path of wisdom for a fool’s word will be half way around the world when a wiseman’s word is still puting on its pants.

In life every stage is worth living to only those who learn or draw lessons from thier experiences.

AGE
Stars through wombs,
Their whistles seek re-destiny.
No danger we whiz,
Offering okay to them.
Sorrow welcomes a sweet world,
As we smile a mile while.
Their giants and giantesses,
Breathing our wealth.
We murmur and battle,
Who loves your happiness.
As we cast curses across.
Gone to the firmament,
Why live as spirits.
Life is a lie they reply,
Admitting there legendary.
No nothing is their motto,
As we cry crocodile tears.

 This one of my special gifts I keep for special people in my life. I had made it for my beloved grandmother who passed away at 98 years of age before she could beautifully receive it. This same poem is published in the anthology entitled Woodland Echoes of Great Britain in 1999.
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