Biography of Maia Padua
(hellO, beloved readers; poets and visitors...thank you so much for visiting....)
simply maia.(certified PAULINIAN) _product of Recoletos School & St. Paul's University) not a poet but has love on poetry since early childhood...as part of her life....Loves drawing and painting, loves reading, writing stories and composing poems according to her heart's desire and mood, loves nature, flora and fauna,
goes for love songs, Gospels/devotional, loves teaching catechism to little children, community service, cooking, social work, joyriding-racing, likes scrabble, text twist, bookworm, plays volleyball, badminton and chess...
Spent her childhood with her pen, with her pastel, and her thoughts...' and cant simply leave her poetry...her hand, mind and heart crave for it...'
..engage in private projects for the less fortunate children in their education, supplemental feeding for malnourished children in her area with the help of her friends and help from some softhearted persons...
'watch your thoughts for they become words...watch your words for they become actions, watch your actions for they become your habit...develop your habit for it will become your character, develop your character and it will become your destiny....'have a great life with a destiny of your own...
****** maia and her words *******
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Maia Padua's Works:
Heartprints in Silent River
- Until Now (I Love You)
- VOICE of the INNOCENTS (gaza strip)
- HIDDEN TEARS
- Back Again
- All My Feelings
- You Are That Someone
- Happy Birthday Anjali
- FEEL me in the WIND
- LET ME
- I NEVER THOUGHT(i'd fall in love)
- BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU
- I'M YOUR SUNSHINE, YOU'RE MY RAINBOW
- WE CRY FOR PEACE(The world cries for LOV...
- A Glimpse of Nature...Nature's Speak I
I NEVER KNEW
All my life I never know
What’s lacking in me
What I’m searching for
What treasure in the world I sought for
My life is like an empty shell
Never know when it will be filled
My heart never know how to feel
That thing called love everyone’s wants to yield.