Passion Makes Perfect

I was surprised
To see that person
Busy with repairing
Old things in his shop.

Smart and courageous
From face to his heart
Respect towards customers
With a calm and smiley face.

How powerful and energetic
His thought to self and others
And his words inspired me
To know about himself.

Professionally a teacher, he is
That confused me a little while
Why do you work in the shop?
Suddenly I asked him.

I started my earning from this shop
And also my position
Can’t live only with my profession
Without my passion he said.

Finally I got my answer and gave me
A message to inspire about
Ones’ own duty and thought
Position creates from willingness.

Passion makes a man perfect
Than profession and gives
His identity from which he belongs
Makes a unique one in the world.

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Nadeem Qazilbash

So true, the joy of working on old things, truly inspirational and intellectually stimulating. If you have not tried it, you don’t know what you are missing out on.


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