Wake up, dreamy eyesSoft pink rays beckon youTo the edge of innocenceTo the gates of knowledgeThrough meadows of opportunitiesOver hills of challengesAtop summits of successesAbove the clouds of your dreams!Sail along with soulmatesFly high with new friendsDance your way, little oneThrough the gardens of fun!With a song in your heartAnd stars in your eyesStep out, loved oneYour sun’s about to rise!…
who reaches through the shredding the dreadful denuding who thrusts away the demon embedded entrenching who catches the sun and brings it to the cave tell me, girl, who who holds you when light has gone who touches you when nothing remains who sings to you when the hour breaks faith who, tell me, girl, who who will cleave you as they deceive you who will cover you as they unclothe you who will raise you as they inter you…
A few days back, I went to supervise one of the school plays which was shortlisted to be presented on the 15th August (Indian Independence Day) celebration in front of the honourable chief minister amongst other dignitaries. The theme of the play was cleanliness; the recent topic of interest across the country. The story was simple, comparison between 2 families, one which lives hygienically versus one which does not. For obvious reasons, the emphasis was more on the ‘dirty’ family…
Something in the giggles of a little girl Sends all worries into a twirl Something in her wonderful smile Soothes the tempers raging awhile Her colourful frills do the jig Swiveling around in the form of a fig Innocence and delight in her dance Heart turns buoyant, watching her prance Cute and cuddly, a little girl can be Forgetting the world in her company Spending time with her is a blessing Her non-stop chatter is the topping…