A Tamil lullaby for a young child showing the eagerness of mother to make the kid sleep, but at the same time shows her plight in missing the child’s activities even for those few hours of sleep
A Tamil lullaby for a young child showing the eagerness of mother to make the kid sleep, but at the same time shows her plight in missing the child’s activities even for those few hours of sleep
Something written impromptu; maybe I hear too many unheard cries of late? This is written for those kids whose childhood has been cut short – perhaps by war, calamity or acts of terror.
They were not meant to be headline news in negative sense. Maybe if we were tolerant enough, we might have seen another flower bloom
Birth – is amazing; seeing the baby react to the first sounds of light, sound and touch – scintillating; knowing that god trusts you by putting a little one in your care – moment of truth!
Written on the day my son was born. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be near when he came into the world, but in a way I am with him…
Though written in reply for a picture post, this is what my heart really feels (at the moment)!
A story of anguish and anger burning oneself from within!
A baby speaks…