By Dr Lokman Khan
In the tapestry of life we weave,
Each thread a choice we must believe.
The hues we pick, the patterns bold,
In the loom of time, our stories told.
We stand today, the sum of past,
Of choices made, shadows cast.
For every yes, and every no,
Has shaped the self that we now show.
Gratitude to those who lit the way,
With wisdom’s spark, come what may.
Their words a beacon in the night,
Guiding us towards what is right.
Yet, the blame we cast must find no home,
For our choices are our own to own.
Regrets may knock on memory’s door,
But the key is ours, forevermore.
Family given, not for us to choose,
But the hearts we meet, we win or lose.
In the garden of life, we tend our plot,
Nurturing love, forsaking rot.
Shun the dark, embrace the light,
With comrades true and mentors bright.
For they are the sculptors of our clay,
Molding character day by day.
Education’s gift, knowledge’s flame,
Fuels the soul, sets the aim.
Role models stand, tall and wise,
In their shadow, our spirit flies.
So ponder well the path you tread,
With careful heart and mindful head.
For the tomorrow’s self, in today’s seed,
Grows from the choices we concede.






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