For life and thoughts are but a choice,
You are the programmer of the mind.
Whatever you create in your device,
Are solutions your mind did find.

There is a way you look to accept pain,
Either with tears or a smile.
But the victory is always yours to gain,
For winning is more of your style.

For you are your own master programmer,
Programmed by the Creative Hand,
You can be your own life’s spammer,
For you play your one man band.

What it was, it is and forever shall be,
It is by the programmer decreed.
You can either fight or turn and flee,
For you planted the seed to succeed.

Create the greatest Operating memory,
With the values of Nature’s heart.
Create a positive Access Reverie,
For those are actions never to part.

Children are the pillars of tomorrow,
They are programming by you and me.
They learn to cope with joy and sorrow,
Looking at life innocently.

For the programme we write in their life,
Determines the voice of tomorrow,
Their values and the the attitudes through strife,
How they cope with joys and sorrow.

For the child is but your sub programme,
They imitate what you do.
They are yours right from the pram,
Till they bid this world adieu.

Let us join hand to be the Voice of Tomorrow,
To make this world a better place,
To the laughter through joy and sorrow,
With the help of the Universal grace.

For The Creator is the Master Programmer,
It picks up your thoughts and mind.
To make all life either violent or tamer,
But its your own life to find.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 12th May 2011