Humility

In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
A whisper calls, guiding the way.
"Never be arrogant," the wise ones say,
"Be modest to the Lord, let humility sway."

Life’s a winding road and a complex spinning,
With train thoughts of joy, and battles win.
You know, deep down, what’s yet to unfold,
The stories of heartache, the tales yet untold.

We enter this world, in innocence bare,
Naked and pure, with nothing to wear.
No crowns of gold, no titles to claim,
Just souls intertwined in the dance of the same.

As seasons will change, and time slips away,
Remember the truth in the light of the day.
For riches will fade, and power will wane,
But love and compassion will always remain.

So walk with the humble, the meek, and the kind,
In the garden of life, let your heart be aligned.
For when we depart, as we came, we’ll find,
We leave with our spirit, our essence entwined.

Embrace every moment, let gratitude flow,
In a complex world let your kindness grow.
For in modesty’s grace, we find our true worth,
A reminder that life is a gift of the earth.

Know Yourself and Know Your Enemy - MGS

A truth appeared, bold and bright:
To know oneself is to sparks the light.
In battles fought, both fierce and grand,
The heart must hold a steady hand.
For half the war is fought within,
A journey deep where we begin.

Know yourself, understand your enemy, 
Thus, know your ups, understand your defeat, 
Embrace your flaws, reflect on your winning, 
Find the cause with every triumph, with every fall,
Build awareness of strong wall.

Yet not alone in this grand quest,
To understand the world is best.
For in the eyes of friend and foe,
Lie secrets waiting to bestow.

What stirs their hearts, what fuels their fire?
What dreams they chase, what do they desire?
When you can see the threads they weave,
You’ll find the paths they choose to leave.

In business halls or love’s embrace,
In every challenge we must face,
The dance of minds, a strategic play,
Where knowledge lights the darkest way.

So arm yourself with wisdom’s grace,
In every struggle, find your place.
For knowing self and knowing them,
Turns battles lost to victories gem.

Fear not the clash, nor the stormy tide,
With insight as your trusted guide.
For when you know both sides of the game,
You’ll rise unscathed, and claim your name.
 
 

AYA - MGS

In a place filled with laughter and light,

There was a girl named AYA,

A tiny tall girl with a blond curly hair,

She is fond of creating Tiktok dances.

She wears a genuine smile like a gentle breeze,

Her confidence that sparks each mind to ignite,

When she talk, she express clearly, directly without rambling,

She is the gem of the family like diamond treasure,

Her heart as warm as the sun that gives happiness,

Her spirit radiated joy brings filled with cheers,

She was the heartbeat of her family,

Always ready to lend a helping hands.

For her siblings she is indeed a gem.

Sharing secrets, sharing dreams, and sharing hopes,

That’s what her and her siblings spend mostly times,

She embraced every moment with enthusiasm and love,

 Whenever she’s with her siblings, laughter echoed through the halls,

Her diligent helping hands brings smiles to her aunties and uncles,

She had a special bond with her father,

Their connection woven with love and understanding,

A bond that made her feels safe and cherished.

Dreaming of a peaceful and happy life,

She filled her days with kindness,

She always putting others before herself,

But one day, the vibrant colors of her life began to fade,

As her illness creeping her life like a sharp double edges,

Her family and friends still hoping for a miracle,

But the unwavering spirit and resilient is gone.

The disease steal, destroy and fade AYA’s happiness,

As her family watched her  last breath helplessly,

The girl who had once been the source of their joy,

Is now inside the coffin that made everyone in tears,  

Her death made the house dimmed,

The laughter that once filled their home

Replaced by silence and mourns,

AYA, everyone in tears, every mouth shouting and roaring,

AYA, WHY, early age, early death, early lost?

UnBothered - MGS

 

In the quiet of my heart a door swing wide,

After the death of my Mother, I learned to abide.

I have a family that feels like a distance shore,

Where love once flourished, now I don’t bother anymore.

As a child, I wandered, an outcast in the fold,

Only my mother's warmth, a refuge to hold.

But siblings turned strangers, with hearts made of stone,

In their laughter, I felt the chill of the unknown.

 

Words like daggers, sharp and unkind,

“Not really invited,” echoes in my mind.

A sister’s and brothers cruel jest, a wound that won’t mend,

In that moment, I knew, to them I don’t belong.

I tried to connect, to bridge the divide,

But every attempt felt like a futile ride.

Arguments bloomed where silence should reign,

My voice drowned in echoes of frustration and pain.

 

Through the heartaches and pains a lesson I learn,

Love those who cherish, respect those who care.

Seek no validation from those ungrateful,

To find peace in the distance, in the space that I share.

For thirty long years, I’ve walked on my own,

No longer entangled in their games of dismay.

I’ve learned to embrace the love that is true,

To cherish the bonds that uplift and renew.

 

They seems to pretend I'm not broken,

In their silence I break the chain,

I won’t carry their burdens, their scorn, or their unworthy.

I’ve built my own family, with kindness as the core.

And in that warm circle, I don’t bother anymore.

With my new life chapter, the lessons I’ve learned,

To the love that I’ve found, and the bridges I’ve burned,

In the morals of life, I stitch my own life path.

 

With those who uplift me, where my spirit is feed,

I bound my love, rest my care, and give my all. 

For my new found family who brings me joys,

The love, care and trust that I was once longing,

I don’t bother anymore with the shadows of the past.

For I’ve found my own light, and it’s shining at last.

In the echoes of silence, I’ve finally found peace,

In the love that surrounds me, my heart finally released. 

A Book... A Human - MGS

 

We are like a book with stories untold,

Cover adorned but the truth lies below,

Most glance at the surface, the colours, and the arts

Yet few will discover the depths of the heart.

 

We are like a book that stories exaggerate,

Cover maybe old, authors are unknown, 

But it's the pages within that hold what is pure. 

Some read just the intro because they get bored, 

But missing the chapters that explains who we are. 

 

We are like a book that stories to tell, 

Critics may chatter with opinion so loud, 

Judging the story, lose in the crowd, 

But they know not the struggles, the triumphs, the pain,

The ink of our journeys, the joy and the strain.

 

We are like a book that stories forget, 

For every life lived is a nature rich, 

With twist and with turns, each moment a stitch, 

The laughter, the sorrow, the lessons we learn, 

Are woven together like pages that turn. 

 

We are like a book and like a reader of the book, 

Let us be patient with those who just see, 

The cover we wear, the face that we be

For beneath every surface there's more to explore, 

A library of souls with tales to adore. 

 

We are like a book and like a keeper of the book, 

Lets seek to discover, to read and to know, 

The stories of others, the seeds they may sow, 

For in understanding we find common ground 

In the pages of life, true connection is found, 

We read, we tell, we care, and we keep. 

My Warriorr - MGS

In the quiet of night, when the world is still,
I’ve seen my mother face a portrait of will.
With tears that fell softly, like rain on the ground,
Yet each morning she rose, with strength profound.

Her life for each challenges, heavy and stark,
But she faced them all, igniting a spark.
With grace in her heart and love in her hands,
She built us a home, where hope always stands.

Through struggles and trials, she taught me to fight,
To stand tall and strong, to embrace the light.
In her silent battles, I learned to be brave,
To carry my burdens, to love and to save.

Though shadows may linger, and nights may be long,
Her spirit whispers softly, “Daughter, you are so strong.”
Her every tear, there’s a morale to find,  
A testament of courage, a heart intertwined.

I could never be weak, for I’ve seen her rise,
A warrior of love, with fire in her eyes.
From my super woman, learned and behave
To face every storm, to dance in the rain.

A salute for my mother, a beacon, a guide,
In her strength, I find comfort, in her love, I confide.
Every step I take, I carry her grace,
For the heart of a warrior beats strong in this place.

A True Friendship - MGS

True Friends 

Not everyone around you is your friend.

Because they laugh with you,

Spend time with you, or even offer compliments?

That doesn't mean they have good intentions.

People can pretend well.

Indeed, they can… Beware!

In west side some may act supportive and kind,

But deep down, they may not wish you well.

True friendship is not about who’s around,

Dance with you during your good times.

 It’s about who stands by you during your tough times.

Real friends offer support,

Give encouragement,

Swear secret to keep,

Share honesty even truth hard to hear.

In the south side,

Fake people will disappear when things get difficult.

They may even take pleasure in your struggles.

Look at how people act when you’re going through challenges.

Do they offer help, or do they gossip about your situation?

Real situations reveal true colors.

Often, when life gets hard,

Fake people can no longer keep up their act. 

In east side watch people treat others,

Someone who talks badly about others to you

Surely do the same behind your back.

Be careful who you trust with your thoughts and emotions.

Not everyone who listens has good intentions.

Value those who are consistent, reliable, and honest.

Real friends celebrate your successes

 Without jealousy, without murmuring,

Real friends offer comfort without judgment. 

In the north side surround yourself with good people,

 Who bring positivity and growth your life,

Be mindful that quality than quantity.

Genuine friends are far better than a crowd of fake ones.

 Life becomes lighter of positive goal,

When you know who truly stands with you.

So, observe carefully,

And never ignore the signs.

At the end of the day,

 Real situations will always expose fake people.

Gratitude - MGS

In the warmth of the kitchen, where love is the spice,
Hands work with care, each movement precise.
Chopping and stirring, a symphony plays,
A dance of devotion in so many ways.

Thank you to those who toil and create,
Who season our meals with love on each plate.
Your effort is woven in every fine dish,
A labor of heart, a culinary wish.

As we gather around, let us pause and reflect,
On the flavors and textures, the time we connect.
Savor each bite, let the taste linger long,
In the rhythm of sharing, we all belong.

Be present in moments, let gratitude flow,
For the meal before us, for the hands that bestow.
With each forkful taken, let appreciation rise,
For the love in the cooking, the joy in our eyes.

So here’s to the chefs, both near and afar,
Your passion and skill are our guiding star.
In every shared meal, let us honor the art,
And cherish the flavors that nourish the heart.

The Very Words - MGS

After reading a convo on our chat group this made me write another piece. 

When I was a child, my mother would say,
“Never waste your food; it might not come your way.”
Her voice, a soft echo, a lesson profound,
In the heart of our home, where love could be found.

“Each bite is a treasure,” she’d gently implore,
“Think of those hungry, who long for much more.”
Her words lingered softly, like shadows at dusk,
A blend of concern and a mother’s deep trust.

Now as I ponder, with a plate full of fare,
I wonder if her warning was born from despair.
Was it a threat wrapped in wisdom so tight,
Or a reminder of struggles that danced out of sight?

Though now we have plenty, her words still resound,
A haunting reminder of the lessons I’ve found.
In a world full of choices, I still hear her voice,
Teaching me gratitude, urging me to rejoice.

For every meal shared, for each morsel I take,
I honor her wisdom, the path that she’d make.
So I savor each bite, with a heart full of grace,
Remembering her lessons, her love in this space.

Plate Of Plenty - MGS

 If you don't feel like eating think of them! This photo have so much pain. 😒

 

If you don't like what's on your plate, 

 Don’t toss it aside, don’t seal its fate.

 Each morsel holds a story, a journey begun, 

 A gift from the earth, a battle won. 

Imagine a morning when the table is bare, 

No bread, no fruit, just an empty stare. 

What will you do when hunger call loud, 

When the pantry is empty, and you feel starving. 

The laughter of meals shared, the warmth of a feast,

All vanish in silence, a hunger unleashed. 

So before you discard what you do not desire, 

Think of the hands that toiled, the hearts that inspire.

 Each bite is a blessing, a chance to reflect, 

On those who have little, on lives we protect. 

So savor the flavors, let gratitude flow, 

For the food on your table, let appreciation grow. 

For one day you may wake, and the shelves may be bare,

And you’ll long for the meals that once filled the air. 

So cherish each bite, let no food go to waste, 

For a plate full of plenty is a treasure to taste.

Manifesting Gratitude for Provided Lunch - MGS

 

This things I wanted to say after reading an issue about the lunch that is not being appreciated by some of the students. 

To whom it may concern, (students or teachers), 

It is important to recognize that the lunch provided by the PSS (Public Service System) is a privilege, not a right. Instead of complaining about the meal, we should express our gratitude for this opportunity. Many individuals and organizations do not have the resources to offer such provisions, and we are fortunate to have this support.
Being thankful for what we receive fosters a positive environment and encourages appreciation for the efforts made by those who organize and provide these meals. Let us embrace this privilege with an open heart and a spirit of gratitude, acknowledging the hard work that goes into ensuring we have access to nourishment throughout our day.
Please do not throw away the food if you do not want to eat it; instead, give it to someone who wants it. Continuously discarding food will result in negative feedback that could jeopardize this lunch program. If you wish for this program to continue, you must learn to eat vegetables and fruits, rather than only the usual foods you are accustomed to. Serving you healthy food is an opportunity to help change your eating habits. We must indulge ourselves in a healthy lifestyle, and one important aspect of that is eating nutritious food.
We are all aware that the cost of living is rising significantly due to ongoing conflicts and high inflation. The school is doing its best to sustain this lunch program, and it expects full support from everyone. 

Unseen In the Classroom - MGS

In the quiet hum of the classroom’s embrace,
I pour my heart into lessons, a labor of love,
Crafting worlds with words, igniting minds,
Yet in the shadows, my efforts go unspoken,
Like whispers lost in the rustle of leaves.

I stand before eager faces,
Each question a spark, each answer a flame,
But when the day ends, and the lights dim low,
I wonder if anyone sees the fire I’ve stoked,
Or if my passion is just a flicker, unseen.

I’ve woven dreams into the fabric of their minds,
Celebrated small victories, nurtured their growth,
Yet accolades slip through fingers like sand,
And recognition feels like a distant star,
A light I reach for, but never quite grasp.

I am the architect of futures, the guide in the dark,
But in the halls of silence, my heart feels the weight,
Of unacknowledged hours, of battles fought alone,
Each lesson a testament, each student a victory,
Yet here I stand, a ghost in my own story.

But still, I rise with the dawn,
With hope stitched into the seams of my soul,
For every child who learns, every mind that expands,
Is a triumph worth more than the world’s applause,
And in their eyes, I find my worth, my cause.

So I’ll keep teaching, keep shining my light,
For in the hearts I touch, my legacy lives on,
And though the world may not always see,
I know the truth of my journey,
And that is enough for me.