I wish to say
my best words now
Only I can’t think
anything to make you safe
so many of you
none unhappy
so small, yet the smiles are broadest
So same
You and I
But
what flows in me
ticks like a bomb in you
.
I cannot tell what
you are not old enough to understand
Children of the blood
you will be called
we are the same
but just a sign different
I’m -ve
You are +ve
.
Dedicated to the HIV+ children of Shanthi Ashram.
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Wow, powerful and thought provoking poem. So very touching and beautiful..Thanks for sharing 🙂
I’m glad you liked it Amanda.
I will put you on my blogroll….Mwah x
Thank You!
WOW
a simple wow would do to this post .. such a great dedication .. THANKS for sharing with us .. It really is a must read for everyone
Thanks bikram for sharing your thoughts. That was my best attempt at getting your attention for those kids through poetry.
That hammered itself straight into my head and heart..
A very forceful poem, which you’ve managed to put forth so sweetly and delicately…
The last 3 lines bore a hole somewhere deep inside me, and I honestly choked!!!
Brilliant!
Kavita,
When you know it, you don’t hesitate :-). I’m delighted that you enjoyed this one. I was hoping to move you (all readers) a little bit towards the kids.
Wow..Narla..Loved ending the most..made me stop and think for a moment !!
Thank you dude. Exactly what I wanted from you, a pause and a thought.
sometimes not need words..
Just Thunk u
sometimes not need words..
Just Thank u
2 words – Thank You!
A simple, yet powerfully heart-felt, string of words, Keshav Ram!
Thanks for leaving such a lovely comment on my blog about Enid Blyton. It’s always a pleasure to meet, if only virtually, people who’ve had experiences similar mine with Blyton’s books.
Have you ever read Shashi Deshpande as a kid? Incidentally, I blogged about her today.
And, oh, biking and trekking on the Himalayas? That sounds like a dream come true! 🙂
I love your pic on this blog. I have a similar photo when I went to India to work with the children in the orphanages. At first I thought you were getting at was that these kids didn’t have homes or families because they were orphans. But I saw there was more to it..”But what flows in me ticks like a bomb in you..” Great job.
Thanks! The experience had quite an impact on me. Still thinking of ways of helping them. Thanks for your support.
its horrible when children suffer like that, without any reason.
I’m trying ways to help them. My first step is talking/blogging. Thanks
There is a sadness that now runs through me. I love children. They carry the weight of time in their blood but yet thier faces would should lives or forever. HIV is still a very big epidemic. I have read there is a gel that has been recently created and tsted that prevents the transmission of HIV. It has been given to women who have been sexually assualted and those as a precautionary. One small step to keep children from being born with time ticking blood. Great piece hun!!
Thought provoking. The faces in the picture is beautiful and all too familiar.
what flows in me
ticks like a bomb in you
– Really like it!
remarkable piece,
Thanks for sharing with potluck!
Happy November,
xx
Thanks Jingle
interesting..
Thanks!
Very moving. You have put the matter across very simply yet powerfully.
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/11/01/halloween-fright/
Thank you. This is one of my favorites too. I was indeed hoping to move some of my readers.
Nice Potluck entry.
Thanks Eric.
Please help giving (belated) birthday wishes to 3 or 4 fellow poets:
Thanks a lot for the support.
Happy November!
Your presence adds light to our space, keep shining!
xxx
Sorry Jingle, I missed this out.