Sweet Worries

Mothers,they say, make fuss about grades
why she doesn't, I know not, still
when it comes to diet...

oh! what to tell?

She kisses me 'good night' with

reassuring smile, I said, 'Sweet dreams,mom'

So sweet it was, yet....

(I could see) her face fell

These 'sweet' worries she carries

wring her heart and line her face

wet her eyes she tries to hide

but not so well

Her days are filled by 'sweet talks' & pills

yellow, blue, green and pink

BD-OD-TID and not to forget, the needles

all for me

oh! what the hell..

O yes, she makes fuss too (far too much)

not about my low scores or grades in semesters

but about my 'high' score....

on glucometer

My sweet mom, O God! why

she has to have these sweet worries

cause- I am 'so sweet', rather- 'too sweet'
such 'sweet' really worries

Worry not mom, I am His child too

He will some day

break this 'sweet' spell..

He will some day

break this 'sweet' spell..

Amen

This little poem is inspired by a mother, Mrs Rekha , whose worry is that both her children are too sweet...Sweet as they are, they are diabetic too. Its devastating for a mother to see her children suffer at such a tender age. But this strong mother has shown the nerve & courage in the face of this challenge and is taking good care of them. I pray to God to take care of this brave little mother and her sweet- sweet children.....

Thought For The Week

Peace of mind is a beautiful gift which we can give to ourselves just by expecting nothing even after doing every possible good thing in life.

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ढूँढा तुझे सब जगह पाया पता तेरा नहीं

जब पता तेरा लगा तो अब पता मेरा नहीं


I looked for you everywhere ,but couldnt find you anywhere
Now, when I have found you, I dont know my where abouts!!!!!!!!!!!!

Be Positive

Positive pictures come out from negatives developed in a dark room. So if you find yourself lonely and in the dark, understand that God is working on a beautiful picture.

The Best Sculptor

Once Michelangelo, the famous sculptor was carrying with great difficulty a heavy stone to his work place. A man asked him what use was that stone for him, why he was taking such pains to drag it along. Michelangelo replied that there was an angel hidden inside the stone and he would liberate it.
Deep within all of us know that we are that eternel soul, the Universl Energy but the thing is that we do not know that we know,it is so because the Eternal Truth is concealed by the ignorance or illusory Maya. Guru like a sculptor chistles off the layers of ignorance and reveals to us our True Self. He is the best Sculptor who recognizes our real identity and brings it out to make us know ourselves. We are not stones (bodies) but an Angels (souls).