Wednesday, January 05, 2011


When a child is born unto you
remember my dear ones
it’s a gift chosen by the omnipresent love
for you to nurture and culture
the baby in the cradle of humanity.
no amount of feeding
no amount of hugging
can keep a child closer to you
but only a care with love
not love without care.
worry not his ways of misbehaving
hurry to guide him within your embrace
teach him no matter how long
what is right, and
what is wrong.
books will not give him education
nor medicine give him health, but
caring love gives a child everything,
give him unsullied tender love of his understanding
you will see the lotus bloom fighting the mire;
a child is white pure
till the life is spread before us
and we start to paint the color we like
always ignoring the child’s favourite colors
and we paint the color the way we like
always ignoring his way of coloring;
a child is vulnerable
to many abuses
faster you must move
a fence must be placed
warding the abuses
of gentle and hard;
a child
given unto humanity,
a message from the highest
that in God’s miracle
a child is ever pure
a sign that God still love human kinds;
love hard but with care
guide gently but with firmness
offer salutation to all in highest heaven
and soothe a child
with love and care,
the child will soothe again
with love and care
and a lotus blooms,

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(posted elsewhere before)


  1. Very nice, Cyclops :)

    Reminded of Kahlil Gibran's....I read it quite often...You might know, but i am inclined to copy it here...anybody reading here, who hasn't read it would perhaps love to read it:

    On Children

    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them,
    but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children
    as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
    and He bends you with His might
    that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
    so He loves also the bow that is stable."


  2. @Devika

    Kahlil Gibran, Rabindranath Tagore, Emily Dickinson are exceptional. They are like the sun that spreads brightness and heat across the earth. Am just a motorcycle headlight:)Thank you.

  3. haha....don't belittle yourself so, Cyclops....but yes we need them and other suns to recharge our depleting batteries....The Sun up there won't do that :)