Whose child is this?

"Whose child is this?"
i asked one day
seeing a little one
out at play.

"Mine", said the parent
with a tender smile".
"Mine to keep
a little while
To bathe his hands
and comb his hair
To tell him what
he is to wear
To prepare him that he
may always be good
And each day do the
things he should".


"Whose child is this?"
i asked again
As the door opened and
someone came in.

"Mine", said the teacher
with the same
tender smile.

"Mine,to keep just
for a little while
To teach him how to be
gentle and kind
To train and direct his
dear little mind
To help him live by
every rule
And get the best he
can from school".

"Whose child is this?",
i asked once more
Just as the little one
entered the door.

"Ours", said the parent
and the teacher
as they smiled
And each took the hand
of the little child
"Ours to love and
train together
Ours this blessed
task forever".

          
                        (This is a wonderful piece..unfortunately the author's identity is not known.)

Remember Those Who Molded You

I would like to share a poem (by an anonymous poet) which left an indelible impression on me.

Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and the weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year is gone!

And I never see my old friend’s face,
For life is a swift and a terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine, though we were younger then,
And now we are busy tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

“Tomorrow,” I say, “I will call Jim,”
Just to show that I’m thinking of him.
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner­­- yet miles away,
Here’s a telegram, sir: “Jim died today.”
And that is what we get and deserve in the end,
Around the corner, a vanished friend!

True Friends

(This is a poem written by my 9 years old daughter, Oashe)


Friends are always with us
No matter what may come.
Friends who helps us when we are in trouble
Are real friends,
For friend in need is a friend indeed.
But some friends are good weather friends;
They leave us in times of trouble.
But we shouldn’t be sad when that happens,
It is then that we really know them.

Pathelic plight of Indian sportsperson

The shining- yellow, white….…and tanned stars……….
Dangling from Athens….afar….
Reckoning… come…get me……
Gearing up _
Our athlete speeds…
A little more gas pumped in _
_ Accelerator buzzing….
The end looks near _
Oh! _ Just around the turn_
Smiling _ (dreaming about the crown)
Wondering into yonder land….

Alas! Speed slackens,
From nowhere land, an athlete
Whizzes by………
Leaving us gaping – with rounded eyes
Slipping the medals from our clutch.

Excuses come forth…
…. A galore…
Partiality… We cry
Blaming everybody… but us.

India- one of the greatest civilization of mankind, with a history and a culture running into thousands of years…. But now, far, far away from being the best in almost all aspects of life – especially in sports...

We have all known the shame of waiting day after day for India to appear on the list at all, as countries a hundredth our size, record gold upon gold. And Indians athletes succeeded, in spite of problems, not in the absence of them.
So why can’t we? Why are those glittering rounds eluding us? Where have we gone wrong? Indeed it is a desperate situation- 1 billion people and just 1 silver.

We have to set up a system that will help us to win medals.