The Most Beautiful Word


The most beautiful word
In the world is not love,
Nor is it halcyon or hope,
And neither exemption nor blessed redemption
Falls into the breadth of its scope.

While words may have beauty
And susurrous charm,
Ineffable eloquence too,
And though mellifluous, they’re still superfluous;
Their arms cannot carry you through

All the walls that divide,
All the borders that hate,
All the ignorant eyes that can’t see;
The most beautiful word that could ever be heard
Is not “you” nor “I”, it is “we”.

2019 © Sonya Annita Song

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Source: reowr.com

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It’s Always Later Than Sooner…

in relating to them around me.

A month or so ago, I missed the call when it came. Coming from a distant suburb, he wanted to know if I was home and he could drop in. ‘Never mind, I’ll make it next time I’m in those parts,’ he promised.

Well,,,it didn’t happen. Unknown to me, a week back he had suddenly passed away leaving me waiting still for his call and visit.

J was in my school, in my class and a bench-mate for years. Once out of school, we were in touch off and on. Never really got to spend time together. He was busy climbing the corporate ladder scaling one peak after another along the way while I was going gray in my grind. But when we met, we always picked up the threads like it was yesterday.

It was a few years ago when J came down to my place last. And spent time engaging my mother, an old lady not in best of health. Seeing my house in a mess on that occasion, this generous soul spontaneously offered to help me financially and with a paid assignment, entirely unsolicited.

Regrettably this is not the first time fate dealt a vicious kick when least expected. ‘Better sooner than later’ seems to be a lesson never learnt in the school of life.

Well…I’m no Munir Niazi to say it exactly as it feels, as only he can in so few words:

हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं / मुनीर नियाज़ी
1923 – 2006, Lahore, Pakistan

ज़रूरी बात कहनी हो 
कोई वादा निभाना हो 
उसे आवाज़ देनी हो 
उसे वापस बुलाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं

मदद करनी हो उसकी 
यार का धाढ़स बंधाना हो 
बहुत देरीना[1] रास्तों पर 
किसी से मिलने जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

बदलते मौसमों की सैर में 
दिल को लगाना हो 
किसी को याद रखना हो 
किसी को भूल जाना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

किसी को मौत से पहले 
किसी ग़म से बचाना हो 
हक़ीक़त और थी कुछ 
उस को जा के ये बताना हो 
हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं 

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Source: http://kavitakosh.org/kk/ and clip from Gul Advani

Words Worth A Thousand Pictures!

If You Feel Down And Under…

she’ll tell you – she knows the trick!

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I’ve shown conidence lots

in this grade. Evrey time I think

something is hard I try

to belive in my self and

it becomes so much

easyer 

                           – Anila (8 years)

Don’t know what’s the cat doing in there!

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The First Story Of Undying Romance

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Source: Web

The Girl Who Can Do Everything…Almost

 

Well, a lot of it, quite beyond me in three score and eight years I’ve seen yet!

This delightful piece is from Aditi Krishnan (11), quite appropriate for International Women’s Day.

Here we go:

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Past the stars, and through the galaxy lies a planet called Flurp

And on this planet, there lives a very special girl, named Kurp

 

Now Kurp is a very special girl, for what you can think, she can do

And what you can do, she can too, but much better than you!

 

She can wiggle her nose and touch her toes

And count how far? Who knows?

 

She’ll win any game, has amazing aim,

She can perfectly hang a frame

 

She can touch the sky, she can twitch her eye

She can even fly! Who knows how high!

 

She can blow a balloon, she’ll bend a spoon

She can even play the bassoon!

 

Although there is one thing, Kurp just cannot do

She asks, ” How, oh how, do you tie a shoe?”

 

“You take the laces and tie a knot”

“Which lace? What knot? I think it got caught!”

 

“I can never do it! I will never do it!”

“Definitely not, just not if you quit”

 

“No! I will quit! You shall watch me!”

 “But that will not help, you see?”

 

“So… if I try and try, and try once more…”

“And I keep trying until my arms are sore…”

 

“Then I will be able to do a whole lot!!!”

“Ok, so you take the laces and tie a knot…”

 

“And make the loops, and tie them too!”

“I did it! I did it! There’s nothing I can’t do!”

 

“I can….. win any race, I can dance through space,”

“And now I can tie my shoe lace!”

 

“I can fix any leak, I can hop through a creek,”

“And I’m amazing at hide-and seek!”

 

“I can beautifully sing, jump high as a spring,”

“I can do anything!”

 

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Source: openclipart (knollbaco)

 

A Minister Visits His Village

crowd gonomad.com

The incongruous mansion was abuzz with people.

For, whatever happened was quite unthinkable.

Ever since he heard of it, he was quite agitated.

Citizens’ assets, at any cost, must be protected.

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He did not much trust his locals to repair,

so, came straight down in person to take care.

On arrival he set about cracking his whip:

The theft must be solved before sundown.

he roared – till then he wouldn’t partake a sip

of water – so they raided sparing no village or town.

*

By noon he sat down for a sumptuous lunch,

grinning more than a cat proud with its catch -.

efficient law men in a trice had the theft undone

though  thieves rounded up somehow were none.

It mattered little now – the buffaloes were restored

back to the owner – the minister, for all he cared.

*

Law rightly upheld, now justice was due

to butter chicken, dal makhani, roti’s…phew.

A blissful siesta and he was ready for lok darbar.

To air their grievances villagers from near and far

came – it was all about stray dogs, water and power,

leaky class-rooms, broken benches and no doctor.

All deftly handled – he gave away nothing,

copious note diligently made for safe filing.

*

There was this bunch that came in at the end,

eyes down, tongue tied and shuffling around.

Words came out with fear in their tremulous voice:

“They stole our buffaloes this morning…the police.”

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PS: lok darbar is a public forum.

Source: Image from gonomad.com