On the eve of children’s day,here is a simple poem.
Children of the world,unite.
A famous poet counted the ways he
Could love his beloved.
Let us count the ways you could
Protect yourself from unwanted advances,
From touches of strangers.
From exploitation from others,
Either for labour or bondage labour.
From inequality citing your birth,caste
Creed or sex.Fight with all your might.
to pursue your education,
Ambition or career goals.
children that you are,unite and fight
For your rights as well as others.
Never resort to violence,but
Should a need arises to protect yourself
Even your teeth and your claws
Become your weapon.
World is not only roses,it has thorns as well.
Everything is not good as it appears.
Learn to differentiate between good and bad.
Have a goal always and pursue it with determination,
Hard work and skill.
You would have your parents and teachers
And friends to guide you and help you achieve.
Once you near your goal,don’t forget
the steps you came up with.
And help others,younger and lesser than you,
Achieve the same.
All my best wishes to all the children.
Dedicated to all girl children.
International Day of The Girl Child.
Our hearts swell with pride,
At the thought of a girl child.
Not just today,every day
She is special.
Considered auspicious in traditional
Households,supposed to bring
Wealth and prosperity.
No doubt shunned in some parts
And killed on birth or treated shabbily.
Forgive them for what they do.
They know not what they lose.
Your daughter remains with you
Come what may,not “paraya dhan”,
To be gifted away to somebody else
After marriage,As was the concept
In olden day’s.Consider she is going
There to light up some other family.
Nothing can disassociate the bonding.
Light up a girl’s life,educate her to the
Maximum.Encourage her in her aspirations.
A girl child nowhere inferior
To be used as a doormat.
Glass ceilings breaking now.
Sky is the limit.
Let her not face social limitations
Or humiliations,or physical abuses
Teach her to fight back,when abused.
If you have a son,inculcate the correct
Values and teach to respect women.
Stop child labour where girls meet
With more abuses.If necessary
Take recourse to law,with the hope
something would change for the better.
Do not employ them at home.
Treat them as your own.
Educate them and empower them.
Cherish all girl children,not just your own.
Those not just blessed with daughters,
Treat all girl children as daughters
You never had.Those who have them
Remember they are with you for ever
Caring,devoted and affectionate.
Today is World Smile Day.A poem by Shiv K Kumar in Tamil gave me the idea to write these lines.Thank you.
World Smile Day.
This day celebrated as world smile day,
The word bringing a smile to our lips.
A smile is infectious and spreads cheer
Many smiles have won the hearts
Of many all over the world.
They were old but had love
For everyone,irrespective of who they were.
Mahatma Gandhi and Mother Theresa
Are two names that come to my mind.
Now mired in controversies
their names may be,but undeniably
Charming at their times.
Look at a child and look at his smile
Or her smile as the case may be.
Can anything be compared to that?
Innocent with not a care in the world.
A smile of a newly wed,with expectations
In the hearts and love in the eyes.
Old and wrinkled faces,yearning for
Love and attention and the face lit up
When given unconditional love.
Smiles of various types,of a teacher,
Of a parent or a grandparent.
All signifies happiness and cheer.
Why do some keep a wry face?
Smile to your heart’s content.
After all it doesn’t cost you anything.
Neither all your riches or wealth
Can buy you a smile.
Abundant love and care for the fellow
Human can bring a smile to a face.
If you can do it,your life is worth living.
Shiv K Kumar.
MITU. (Multiple Initiatives towards Upliftment.)
People living in Malleshwaram and surrounding areas must be more familiar with this organisation and its founder,Kala Charlu But is equally well known in Bangalore social service circles.They won the Inner Wheel Bravery Award.I was fortunate enough to come into contact with her through Facebook.I came to know of their multiple activities through their posts.
One of their most appreciated activities is spreading awareness about menstrual hygiene amongst the rural and underprivileged.To raise funds for their organisation,they sell their products,some manufactured by them and some outsourced and displayed.Apart from sanitary pads,they also manufacture eco friendly products for our every day use.It includes newspaper bags,saree bags,Handbags of different types,clutches,mobile
bags and coin bags.These make excellent gifts.Last year I happened to buy some of their products.This year I intend doing the same.I have the satisfaction that the proceeds are going for a good cause.I request my friends to spread news about this organisation and help their cause.
To know more details,visit their Facebook page.
Mahatma GandhiFather of the Nation.
Rightly called so.Lives in our hearts.
Affectionately called “Bapu”.
A darling of the nation,Nehru’s words
When “Bapu” passed away.
“light has gone out of our lives”.
Eloquent expression of a tragedy.
We,at least some of us,remember
Him with sadness and fondness too.
Not awarded the prestigious
Nobel prize,He adorned the “Time”
Magazine.One man who impressed
Upon the world and taught
Them “Ahimsa” and led the country
To freedom with novel methods like
“Satyagraha” and non cooperation.
Gandhiji’s life cannot be summarised
In a few words.His struggle,peaceful
And non violent.Fell a victim to
An assassin’s bullet.A tragic irony.
An example and a guide to many abroad
to Martin Luther King and Mandela alike
And many more.An inspiration.
At home is remembered on his birthday
Leaders lay wreaths at his samadhi
His name stand as statues and roads
Almost in all cities and his picture
Adorn our currency notes and coins.
There it ends.
His principles long forgotten
The path he walked,trampled upon.
He remains in our hearts.
History is rewritten.who knows what
It would be tomorrow?his name
tarnished and vilified ,
Assassins glorified.He sure
Would hate to be born in today’s India.
A friend’s poem says he would
Rather wish to be born in Britain.
P.S.I have taken some ideas from my friends’ posts.
Sampath Kumar,Shiv K Kumar and Shyamala Raghavendra.
Yesterday,Today and Tomorrow.
Yesterday is past history.
It is dead and gone.
We all had our finer moments
And sadder moments.
After all life is a mixed bag,
With all pleasures and pain our own.
No one else could bear our cross.
No point thinking of the past,
Akin to crying over spilt milk.
Our present times,most vital.
With our life revolving around
Our tensions and anxieties
With many happenings around her
Deciding our life and our actions.
No choice in many things.
We are ruled by a superior force,
Call it by any name.
God to some,fate and karma to others
Truth remains an enigma.
Dragged in different directions,
By diverse forces and divergent views.
We live in the present,
ruled by forces unknown.
No one to predict the future.
Uncertain and mysterious.We
Look to forecasts about our future.
Take recourse to astrology
and predictions; can anybody
Really tell what is in store?
Planning for the future,they say.
What the next moment will bring,
A surprise or shock,none knows.
May be we think we are
Strong and mighty to decide our
Future,only to see our hopes belied
Sometimes.Natural disasters,a great
Leveller and our personal,
not in our control.We have to bow
To whatever is in store.
Live in the present.
Neither past nor future.
Past is gone and future yet to come.
It would be preachy if I say more.
Suffice it to say,live the life of a human
And treat others as human.
Without fear or favour.