Tuesday, April 21, 2009


I think I have a talent,
But in my human sight,
It’s just a little trifle,
Unlike the widow’s mite.

I wonder if this talent,
Is given as a trust?
And someday I would rue it,
If I should let it rust?

Would it really matter,
If it were never found?
Who would care if I should dare,
To hide it in the ground?

I know my God has given me,
This talent as a gift,
And He will ask a strict account,
Of what I did with it.

I pledge to use my talent,
And by its tiny light,
Some weary soul may find in it,
A moment’s sweet respite.

Myra D’souza / 26/11/2008

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Was born in Mumbai.  Studied in St. Michael's Convent in Karwar.  Went to Wadia College in Pune. Did a Secretarial course in Mumbai at Nirmala Niketan and at Burnleys Institute. Came to Kuwait at 21 years of age, and still  here.  Married with 3 wonderful children a girl and two boys and a great husband.