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Love Seeds: A poem by Aabha Vatsa

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A dream, naive and flushed with innocence Yet pure by intent Waited a while, bursting with hope To anchor and flourish. Yet, Providence had other plans Mysterious and gigantic to the core. Still, the dream trudged on Tired, wounded and shaken . But just as all was seemingly lost Love arrived magnificently Carrying in its robes, precious seeds of love. Heavens showered incessantly The tantalizing rain of love For it was love, deep and passionate That celebrated the culmination of the dream. The touch, beyond comprehension A fulfillment of the heart's soulful desire Engaged lovingly under the fragrant canopy Albeit short lived. But the seeds of love had been planted And unknowingly they sprouted One by one Till a garden bloomed with the most beautiful blossoms. Today the garden stands as a testimony of that promise A love so aromatic and precious Waiting for that chosen wanderer To exhibit its splendor

Stolen Childhood: A poem by Aabha Vatsa

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One born to a king One born to a pauper. One born to be rocked in the cradle One born to be left unattended. One born to play with branded toys ‘one born to play with broken pebbles. One born to drink fortified milk One born as suffering from malnutrition. One born to be driven in imported cars One born to run on spindly legs. One born to study in heritage schools One born to beg at red lights. One born to eat five-course meals One born to make do with leftover food. One born to wear designer clothes One born to wear tattered rags. One born to attend coaching for lawn tennis One born to join father to augment income. One born to live in mansions One born to live under leaking tarpaulins Both children of the same God Stop! Pause! Reflect! Can we do something to bridge this abominable gap? Can we do something to restore stolen childhood? Yes, we can Indeed we can. Let us harv

An ode to my father: A poem by Bina Pillai

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Dad, I can feel you watching us from above, Here is something I want you to know, You are special, divine and full of love, You were my guide and my best friend too! You worked so hard to reach heights, And made us all proud. You came from an educated background, A real hero in a crowd! You taught us to be genuine and frank, And that happiness is not bought from a bank, I have never seen you crib or worry, In love with life and never in a hurry! You have invested so much time in us, And placed our needs ahead of yours, You loved adventure, treks, and trails, That taught us life skills, opened our eyes! Compassion is what I learned from you, To help strangers without a cue, To hold the hand, that needs help, Even if someone misunderstands! The friends you had, no one had, I saw you help them genuinely. They stood by you through thick and thin, And you passed on the joy, evidently! The respect you had for every woman around, Holding yourself and others, in hig

Life and more: A poem by Bina Pillai

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Life to me is much more, Than a big house, car and luxuries, It’s about changing the world, With happiness, compassion and peace! Making a home, not with stone and bricks, But with love and care in abundance, Where children are taught to respect and love, And money and fame are irrelevant! Money can buy a rocking bed, But it cannot buy you, sleep, For that I have to sow my seed, Only then I can reap! Our smiles makes a difference, To a person on the road, It’s not for selfish happiness, That we’re brought into this world! My heart is filled with love for all, I look around, extend my hand, Joy and peace is what I get. Their life becomes better and I can rest! We live only once; we should live it well. Honest and genuine, that our eyes can tell. All things we collect, we can’t take with us, But our kindness and goodness, Will definitely go with us! In the end what matters, Is not what money had bought, But from our hearts all that we built Not what w