Sitting in the bus
Gazing lazily out
At the fleeting scenes
Passing by my side
The bus stopped at signal.
My eyes drifted to pavement
Another family living
Under a plastic sheet
Too feeble to save them
From the wrath of nature.
A tiny toddler playing
On the dirty pavement
A beautiful flower blooming
Half withered in concrete
No one even bothering.
When will I see the last of it?
So many times I wonder!
When will the promised day come?
With shelter, food and books
For each and every children?
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label children. Show all posts
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Mother’s touch
How can she know?
What’s mother’s love?
She never tasted any
Through out her life.
She read about it
So many times
In so many places
But never felt it.
Her mom was there
When she grew up
Distant and cold
Only dutiful not loving.
Never did she sat
Holding her hands
Or caressing her brow
When she was in sickbed.
Never did she allowed
To be touched or hugged
Touching her meant
The hand to be pushed away.
So she grew up reading
All the sweet stories
How mothers rock their babies
And how they hug and kiss.
What’s mother’s love?
She never tasted any
Through out her life.
She read about it
So many times
In so many places
But never felt it.
Her mom was there
When she grew up
Distant and cold
Only dutiful not loving.
Never did she sat
Holding her hands
Or caressing her brow
When she was in sickbed.
Never did she allowed
To be touched or hugged
Touching her meant
The hand to be pushed away.
So she grew up reading
All the sweet stories
How mothers rock their babies
And how they hug and kiss.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Mother
When God decided to send
Her cherubs down to earth
She knew she will need
Someone just like her.
To take care of those precious souls
Till they can stand on their own
To guide and protect them
To love and nurture them.
She created her reflections
To Send her to the earth
To take care of her cherubs
When they reach the earth.
Her reflection was just like her
Patient, kind, protective
Her love was as deep as God
So was her whole bearing.
Who else will spend sleepless nights
Sacrifice her very being for her child
Without any expectation in return
Without any grudge or complain?
Her cherubs down to earth
She knew she will need
Someone just like her.
To take care of those precious souls
Till they can stand on their own
To guide and protect them
To love and nurture them.
She created her reflections
To Send her to the earth
To take care of her cherubs
When they reach the earth.
Her reflection was just like her
Patient, kind, protective
Her love was as deep as God
So was her whole bearing.
Who else will spend sleepless nights
Sacrifice her very being for her child
Without any expectation in return
Without any grudge or complain?
Best friends
He and she were best friends
The very best ones
That can ever be
He and she were body and shadow
That’s how it was meant to be.
Nothing could separate them
Not even their friends or parents
It seemed that they were glued
With each other forever.
Never did they think they will part.
Then he had to go away
They cried for days
Then time healed them
Suddenly he came to visit her
A decade has passed away.
Both blushed and she ran away
She sat in her room with beating heart
He stood there thinking hard
Is it the same person, the same being?
Who used to slip in my bathing tub?
The very best ones
That can ever be
He and she were body and shadow
That’s how it was meant to be.
Nothing could separate them
Not even their friends or parents
It seemed that they were glued
With each other forever.
Never did they think they will part.
Then he had to go away
They cried for days
Then time healed them
Suddenly he came to visit her
A decade has passed away.
Both blushed and she ran away
She sat in her room with beating heart
He stood there thinking hard
Is it the same person, the same being?
Who used to slip in my bathing tub?
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Little miss
“No I don’t want that one
I want the red one
Not the green one
Please mama the red one for me.”
I heard a voice as sweet
As a nightingale
And turned to see
The tiny miss nagging.
How sweet is their world.
They live in true bliss
Mama and papa are there
To pamper little miss.
To doll her up and play
To make each and every day
Her laughter and baby talks
Are music to their ear.
A cute world for a princess
Full of love and pure bliss
That’s how it should be
For every little miss.
I want the red one
Not the green one
Please mama the red one for me.”
I heard a voice as sweet
As a nightingale
And turned to see
The tiny miss nagging.
How sweet is their world.
They live in true bliss
Mama and papa are there
To pamper little miss.
To doll her up and play
To make each and every day
Her laughter and baby talks
Are music to their ear.
A cute world for a princess
Full of love and pure bliss
That’s how it should be
For every little miss.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Flower in rags
Sitting on the park bench
Watching kids play
Dressed up like angels
Running, laughing all the way.
A rude refusal rang out
A sharp, cruel tone
Shattering the blissful
Lovely serenade.
I turned my face
Saw a sad scene.
A flower being ripped
By a bitter thorn.
A beautiful flower
Dressed in rags
Was trying to sell
A bunch of roses.
Some well-dressed mama
Thought she was too dirty
To come near her
Or her precious ones.
So she was applying her right
To make her understand
How unworthy she is
Of venturing so near her.
She turned to walk away
Scared and pale
Learning a lesson bitter
Too early in life.
Watching kids play
Dressed up like angels
Running, laughing all the way.
A rude refusal rang out
A sharp, cruel tone
Shattering the blissful
Lovely serenade.
I turned my face
Saw a sad scene.
A flower being ripped
By a bitter thorn.
A beautiful flower
Dressed in rags
Was trying to sell
A bunch of roses.
Some well-dressed mama
Thought she was too dirty
To come near her
Or her precious ones.
So she was applying her right
To make her understand
How unworthy she is
Of venturing so near her.
She turned to walk away
Scared and pale
Learning a lesson bitter
Too early in life.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Children
God’s blessings to us
A silent promise
That She still believes us
Enough
To send her angels
In our care
Treat them like that
Even if they are not yours.
A teardrop in a child’s eyes
Means a tear from angels
This hurts God herself
Better be careful
Fragile and beautiful
They need our protection
Our care, guidance
Before they stand tall.
They don’t ask too much
Do they?
Their needs and demands
That also depends on us
Completely on our guidance
How we showed them
This beautiful world
What are her needs, whims.
She was a handful of clay
God placed in your hands
Its you who moulded her
To her current form
So don’t shrug and blame her
Take the blame on yourself
If your Barbie turns out to be
Something you did not wanted.
Even then I will say
Before you abuse one
Just stop and think about those
Who crave to have a little one
Try for years and fail
Empty cradle, empty lap
Then go ahead and decide
If she is a boon or curse.
A silent promise
That She still believes us
Enough
To send her angels
In our care
Treat them like that
Even if they are not yours.
A teardrop in a child’s eyes
Means a tear from angels
This hurts God herself
Better be careful
Fragile and beautiful
They need our protection
Our care, guidance
Before they stand tall.
They don’t ask too much
Do they?
Their needs and demands
That also depends on us
Completely on our guidance
How we showed them
This beautiful world
What are her needs, whims.
She was a handful of clay
God placed in your hands
Its you who moulded her
To her current form
So don’t shrug and blame her
Take the blame on yourself
If your Barbie turns out to be
Something you did not wanted.
Even then I will say
Before you abuse one
Just stop and think about those
Who crave to have a little one
Try for years and fail
Empty cradle, empty lap
Then go ahead and decide
If she is a boon or curse.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Child of summer
A child of summer blessed by sun
who blessed her with his light
his nurturing warmth, rays golden
his never ebbing, only changing light.
Wherever that child goes she lights up
each and every soul that is around her
with her love, warmth and humour
so abundant yet so very refined.
Flowers start to bloom asplendour
Fruits start to ripe with sweetness
Birds start to sing enchanting song
to celebrate her presence among them.
Morning starts with her eyes opening
Sun shines with her smile, laughter
Her sad face makes clouds shower
When she sleeps the world is aslumber.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
playing with fire
Pradeep could clearly see that there was some thing wrong with the father and daughter sitting right opposite him, the girl was too subdued and the guy who introduced himself as his father was not acting like one, the way he was looking at that girl and touching her was any thing but paternal.
He kept watching them pretending as sleeping behind his dark sunglasses, and as if by God’s grace the opportunity came, the guy got down at a station to fetch water and when the train started he missed the compartment.
Pradeep expertly coaxed the girl into a talk and the story which he came to know was horrible. The girl, Priya, as she looked was the daughter of a rich industrialist studying in eighth standard, his father was busy with his life and mother was busy in her own special life, so they forgot their most important duty, bringing up the child.
They gave her own cell connection, net connection at home, and a car and chaufferat her service. She met this guy in a chat room, he showered her with affection, won her trust and taught her to cheat her parents. He asked her to introduce him to her parents as his mathematics tutor, her parents innocently walked into the trap and opened their doors for him.
He became a regular visitor of their house when they were absent, and wove his net around that innocent child, he told her she has the prettiest face in whole India and the talents of becoming a heroine, he took her photographs and slowly coaxed her into taking obscene photographs, which he told was necessary to become a heroince, he fooled her that the photos and negatives will be with her only and gave the negatives to her, keeping a copy for himself without her knowledge.
Next he told her that he knew influential people in Mumbai and they will have to buy their way for the initial break, initially he brainwashed her to squeeze out money from her parents on various pretexts and hand it over to him, which he told he was saving for the fees but finally he told they will need a lot more. He coaxed the girl to steal all the jewellery and cash she could and meet him at Howrah station. He gave the alibi that she will return lot more to her parents once she becomes a successful heroine.
Once they met in Howrah station the guy told Priya to not say anything to her parents, because if they come to know that she has stolen the jewellery and cash and have let him take those photographs they will hate her and may even kill themselves out of shame, every thing will be solved once she is a famous heroine. She can wait till then and trust him.
Pradeep felt sick, he gently coaxed the girl and squeezed out her parent’s address and phone number, when the guy appeared at the next station Pradeep was again faking sleep, he sat down beside Priya without suspecting any thing.
Pradeep got down at the next big station and called Priya’s parents, told them every thing and asked them to meet her in Mumbai station at any cost, he gave them the details of the train, compartment and seat no.
When the train rolled in Mumbai the next afternoon a well dressed respectable looking couple walked inside the compartment, the shock on Priya and her companion’s face told Pradeep the story, he got up and caught the hand of the girl, the guys beside the couple caught hold of the Culprit.
Later in the afternoon Priya’s parents were sitting in Pradeep’s apartment, Priya was sleeping in the next room after crying all the morning. Pradeep gave them a solid piece of mind about bringing up adolescent children, which they heard mutely.
He kept watching them pretending as sleeping behind his dark sunglasses, and as if by God’s grace the opportunity came, the guy got down at a station to fetch water and when the train started he missed the compartment.
Pradeep expertly coaxed the girl into a talk and the story which he came to know was horrible. The girl, Priya, as she looked was the daughter of a rich industrialist studying in eighth standard, his father was busy with his life and mother was busy in her own special life, so they forgot their most important duty, bringing up the child.
They gave her own cell connection, net connection at home, and a car and chaufferat her service. She met this guy in a chat room, he showered her with affection, won her trust and taught her to cheat her parents. He asked her to introduce him to her parents as his mathematics tutor, her parents innocently walked into the trap and opened their doors for him.
He became a regular visitor of their house when they were absent, and wove his net around that innocent child, he told her she has the prettiest face in whole India and the talents of becoming a heroine, he took her photographs and slowly coaxed her into taking obscene photographs, which he told was necessary to become a heroince, he fooled her that the photos and negatives will be with her only and gave the negatives to her, keeping a copy for himself without her knowledge.
Next he told her that he knew influential people in Mumbai and they will have to buy their way for the initial break, initially he brainwashed her to squeeze out money from her parents on various pretexts and hand it over to him, which he told he was saving for the fees but finally he told they will need a lot more. He coaxed the girl to steal all the jewellery and cash she could and meet him at Howrah station. He gave the alibi that she will return lot more to her parents once she becomes a successful heroine.
Once they met in Howrah station the guy told Priya to not say anything to her parents, because if they come to know that she has stolen the jewellery and cash and have let him take those photographs they will hate her and may even kill themselves out of shame, every thing will be solved once she is a famous heroine. She can wait till then and trust him.
Pradeep felt sick, he gently coaxed the girl and squeezed out her parent’s address and phone number, when the guy appeared at the next station Pradeep was again faking sleep, he sat down beside Priya without suspecting any thing.
Pradeep got down at the next big station and called Priya’s parents, told them every thing and asked them to meet her in Mumbai station at any cost, he gave them the details of the train, compartment and seat no.
When the train rolled in Mumbai the next afternoon a well dressed respectable looking couple walked inside the compartment, the shock on Priya and her companion’s face told Pradeep the story, he got up and caught the hand of the girl, the guys beside the couple caught hold of the Culprit.
Later in the afternoon Priya’s parents were sitting in Pradeep’s apartment, Priya was sleeping in the next room after crying all the morning. Pradeep gave them a solid piece of mind about bringing up adolescent children, which they heard mutely.
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