I was sure my face
looked greener than green.
He looked down upon me,
I was sure he thought,
“Thou look like a rat catcher.”
God, why did I tend to embarrass myself?
I was sure my face
looked greener than green.
He looked down upon me,
I was sure he thought,
“Thou look like a rat catcher.”
God, why did I tend to embarrass myself?
The silent footsteps you left
Metamorphized into a theft
Of my beating strength
The distance and the length
O’ Dear God, I pray for everyone who make me happy or glad.
And that they never frown, be it my mom and dad.
I pray that they have a long life and good health,
There should be no loss, be it happiness or wealth.
‘Bound by heART’ is an initiative of BTB in collaboration with SOS Children’s Villages of India to spread joy and love through the medium of art and creativity. The organization has been doing excellent work with children and we feel privileged to be able to do our small bit towards their fantastic endeavour. SOS Children’s Villages of India has been ensuring not just childcare, but also wholesome child development for parentless and vulnerable children since more than five decades, reaching out to currently more than 30,000 children. Come, make a difference.
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As a part of this endeavour, we conducted the Bound by heART Mother’s Day contest which is a beautiful coming together of the visual and literary art forms. Talented kids from SOSCVI give us a vision and the writers at BTB decorate it with their magical words.
I am like a rose carefully raised by you,
But unlike it, I am lifelong fresh, and it’s all because of you.
You make sure my petals are blooming red,
You make sure the ground is soft and comfy as a royal bed.
It takes a special person
To teach a child in class
To just keep his attention
In a world that moves so fast
A sunflower sings this for its beloved lover and caretaker- the sun.
Always has it been a boon for me,
Adjudging the sight of you;
But, time flies; and so do you, at dusk,
Leaving me with, but
Gloom and hope.
Dear future,
You may not have given us what we want,
But have taught us what to do and what shan’t.
You may not have acquainted us with flight,
But might’ve given us the potential to fight.
Your pain is never conveyed,
But when I am sick
On my bedside you have stayed.
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Books are keys, to wisdom’s treasure,
Books are gates, to lands of pleasure.
Books are paths, that give upward lead,
Books are friends; Come on! Let’s read.