I wondered whose little kids were these And how could their mothers be at peace Having left them alone to survive Causing their motherhood a deprive Were they cruel, were they unjust? Were they dead or bowed to painful thrust?
A Unique Janamashtmi
I wondered whose little kids were these And how could their mothers be at peace Having left them alone to survive Causing their motherhood a deprive Were they cruel, were they unjust? Were they dead or bowed to painful thrust?
Patriotism of sorts is observed by patriots. Living in the country one doesn't sometimes think much about it but staying away from one's motherland one yearns for that identity and belongingness.
It is the 70th Independence Day of India being celebrated. There is a hoard of ccGreetings and Patriotic messages and photos being circulated on the Social Media by and to the Indian Diaspora all over the world. The day is a cold, foggy day in Nairobi, Kenya where the flag hoisting was done by … Continue reading Patriotism
Intolerance soars to unknown heights, Creating havoc with insecurity and frights. Be it Kashmir, Karachi or our own Kisumu, Be it Somalia, Sudan, Syria or the land of Zulu.
Honesty evades us honestly, And asks for shelter pleadingly. The hurts inflicted by the untruth, Are morals simply gone uncouth. It weeps and agonizes longingly, For the truth to emerge boldly. Suffocating from being under wraps, Disguised by some unscrupulous chaps. Alas! Lies have gained popularity, Despite their dark, sly notoriety. Children conceit their own … Continue reading HONESTY
The night that was to be fun, Fell untimely victim to the gun. Snatched away promising youth, To the merciless and uncouth.
The Climatic changes, the Heat enrages Causing anger, frustration and damages Boiling bubbles of the sun rays gazing The cattle are awaiting green grazing
Having welcomed the exciting 2016 , We are not done, just not done yet. For the auspiciousness and the fervor, Of the Month of April is yet to come.
Fragments that scattered, disturbed in imagination are none other than pieces of my broken heart. एक अरसा हुआ नींद को आए हुए बेरहम इस पलक को झपकाए हुए सन्नाटों से घायल हुई लम्बी सी रातें और ख़यालों में तुमसे करना दो बातें There was a time once, when, they would weep and bleed blood red … Continue reading The Tragedy Queen – A Tribute
REIKI SEVA AT ELITE ENGLISH SCHOOL, DUBAI By Monica Gokaldas LHSG Kenya, Founder Member. THE INTENTION My trip to Dubai got a new meaning when I got to practice Reiki upon some very special children in February. I was planning to go and see my mother for a couple of days on my way back … Continue reading SPECIAL CHILDREN