Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Rhyme and Reason

Mother and Father


We are always loved by our mother and Father.
They are near us not very farther.
We are the buds and they are the flowers.
They know very much and hv lot of power.

They help us so they are good as gold,
But they sometimes get angry and sometimes bold.
They help us to colour and help us to draw,
and stop us to eat the food which is raw.

They cook food for us and even play.
When I grow big I will help them everyday.

-Ayush

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As we were talking abt 'bag checking after school'. I sometimes get poems written on crumpled papers.This is one of them.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Of compassion and class 3 A

“You didn’t eat ur tiffin today ” I asked my son,back home from school while checking his bag. He blurted out:
"Most of us cdn’t eat.You know…Garvit hurt his leg so badly during the games period.Actually his team had won the football match. Jumping and laughing, he fell down near the staircase. He was bleeding.We cd even see his bone and flesh. He was crying, Mummy….Mummy. And then one by one all the children ,boys and gals, started crying.Not very loudly though.
But what shocked me was, Anubhav was laughing and saying Garvit wd stay in hospital for few days and then….(something very nasty).We all gave him a good thrashing .Sab ne mara . Then he sat quietly”.

May this feeling of compassion and the collective effort to keep the anti-social elements in check, stay with them forever .This is what our society needs most today.

PS: No malice towards Anubhav on my part.He is a sweet, naughty and chubby child.