Shades of life
Shades of life
Fascinate me
Carefree childhood
Looks
Towards the parents
For every small thing
In the naughty puberty
One wants to see
Do everything new
The dynamic youth
Is full of energy
Ready to accept
Any challenge
The grown up man
Is more mature
With responsibilities
On the head
Does everything
Carefully
Plans for the future
The old age man
Remembers
The child hood
Feels little helpless
Worried about
The time to come
Further you go
One looks frail and tired
As helpless as a child
Prays to god
For a peaceful end
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The Child In Me
I am a full-grown man
With a wife and children
A good job to do
Have all that I need
People think
I have lot of experience
To share with others
I give to them
What is expected from me?
But do not hide
The child in me
At times
I cry and laugh like him
Ask questions
As a child does
Play and behave like him
I know
Childhood cannot return
But the child in me
Takes me back
To the carefree
World of A child
No matter,
How old I become
I do not want
The child in me to die
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Helpless
There is a town in north ontario
Dream comfort memory despair
And in my mind I still need a place to hide
All my changes were there
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the skies
Casting shadows in our eyes
Leave us helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
They leave us
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
(neil young)
Copyright warner/chappell
song performed by by Nazareth
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Helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
I thought about it but I couldnt think of what to say
But I thought about it anyway.......yeah
I tried to tell you what you mean to me
But it didnt come so easily..........no
I never reckoned
For more than a second
Just how it would be on my own
Id be helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
The dawn that calls beyond the night
Tells its old story.
The shadows fade into the light
In all its glory.
Helpless
Helpless baby Im a helpless
Helpless baby
Im a helpless
If I could put a good shine on the past
Do you think that we could make it last - oh yeah
Seems to mind the time goes fast
I wonder if the vote is cast
Now that you mention it,
Got my attention
I quite clearly blew me away
Id be helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
The dawn that calls beyond the night
Tells its old story.
The shadows fade into the light
In all its glory.
Helpless
Helpless baby Im a helpless
Helpless baby
Im a helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Children's Special...
Every child is born with a gift,
and there is a day to celebrate it.
A child is your treasure given by God,
Be blessed so, and pray to the Lord,
for that child gives you happiness,
Gone are your day's of loneliness.
Childhood does not last,
Every child remembers the past,
It depends on how you groom,
Give the child more than a room.
A child carries an ocean of innocence,
not knowing it's consequence,
does a deed that is not desired,
Many parents have always admired.
Thinking of a day for children,
is a wonderful thought,
Cherish every moment of what they have brought,
to you with their playful minds,
which do leave a trail of joy in your mind.
Remember your own childhood days,
make it more than special today,
make the children feel how good you felt that day,
when you celebrated the children's day,
in your childhood days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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In the life of children there are two very clear-cut phases, before and after puberty. Before puberty the child's personality has not yet formed and it is easier to guide its life and make it acquire specific habits of order, discipline, and work after puberty the personality develops impetuously and all extraneous intervention becomes odious, tyrannical, insufferable. Now it so happens that parents feel the responsibility towards their children precisely during this second period, when it is too late then of course the stick and violence enter the scene and yield very few results indeed. Why not instead take an interest in the child during the first period
quote by Antonio Gramsci
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Childhood never returns
Memories remain
Childhood never returns
Deep in the heart
They always burn
Life takes a turn
When youth comes
Becomes more difficult
As one grows old
More responsibilities
One has to hold
The freedom goes
Tougher it becomes
With future in mind
Memories rewind
Old days were better
Everybody chatters
Give my childhood back
One remembers
God for that
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Child of light
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Blinking little lights dancing around you
Know that you cannot hide behind friends
Your intelligence is a gift from God
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Colors of the rainbow know you
Know that you cannot hide behind strangers
Your emotional strength is a gift from God
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Plains of light know you
Know that you cannot hide behind enemies
Your spirituality is a gift from God
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Children of light know you
Know that you can no longer afford to hide
Your material wealth is a gift from God
poem by Doris Dzameshie
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Dead Boys Poem
The child sits and weeps,
How could this be all that matters,
Why did this have to hurt so deep,
How could this be life?
The child sits with the pain inside,
He sits with his heart in his chest,
‘How could I have died? ’
Is all he thinks, he forgets the rest.
The child’s eyes closed so tight,
His fists clenched so strong
He feels the night,
He knows everything that happened was wrong.
The child stands and looks into the houses light
He stares at not the window,
Not at the sight,
Yet only for the weeping widow.
The child stands holding the gun,
The gun he died holding,
As he remembers his father killing him, his only son
He remembers his father scolding.
He knows he took a life,
Yet he knows his father took his,
He remembers not the taking of his father’s life,
Only the pain of his father stealing his.
His eyes so dark,
His mind so lost,
His hand tracing deaths mark,
As he remembers it’s cost.
He remembers the scene, the time,
He remembers the look in his father’s face,
He remembers doing the crime,
He remembers seeing the pain in his father’s face.
But then his memory stops,
And reality takes place,
For this is when he dropped,
This is when life left his face.
He walks past,
To eternity; to roam
Of all his memories this shall be his last
For this is the dead boy’s poem.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Parentage Is Guarding Lineage And Heritage!
your children may look your children,
By you and the whole world,
even the children believe this is true.
But look at the DNA in them,
It came from you, but think from where it came to you?
Isn't it True that all the neocleotides in our DNA and RNA, PROTEINS AND ALL BIOLOGICAL molecules come from plants and animals!
In this respect animals and trees are our parents,
We owe all molecule in our body to them,
Hence clearly they are real parents of our body,
so we, in short can say nature and energy are our parents!
Isn't it true that our mortal parents shared them and nurtured us and taught us,
they are parents of virtues, moral and cultural values in us!
It is lineage and heritage
inherited from time unknown!
your children Are not your children,
You are the care taker of that lineage!
In you if some genes are dominant or recessive,
May some are neither dominant or recessive,
That is play of dominance or incomplete dominance,
Make children look alike or not!
But you are the parent and take care of children,
Be a model or idol to them,
Win them by your own patience and attitudes,
Bring them slowly into your line!
Children Are innocent flowers in divine garden,
You are the plant with roots,
Feed them, look after and shape them,
fill colours and fragrance of lineage!
Children Are like parrots,
They copy your words and actions,
They are innocent and true,
Like a sponge absorb your traits
Think of there growth and deciding constraints!
You made a child in you,
But you have child in grown up body and mature mind,
Think of the child in child's heart,
Striving to grow in this world!
Let the mature mind control child in you first,
Then the child in your child's heart get hold on Life's virtues.
You are the painter or the sculptor of your child,
But the art work or idol becomes property of world,
One among the art pieces,
Of human culture and heritage!
Be careful in shaping children,
They are soft and brittle,
Once their mind breaks,
No one can join or reshape!
You are the link of that chain of life,
Behave as parent knowing this truth
Man is above animal in this aspect!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Helpless
Helpless government
Helpless people
Helpless time
Helpless space.
How are you
please come and
show me your face
Come alone
To receive grace.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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A Child Needs.........
We are products of our environment it is said
and from birth through life we are variously led
From infancy to childhood others are in charge
When you are little, others seem rather large.
A child needs benevolent and respectful care
As well as being taught to love and play fair.
If a child is taught to respect God and others
He will love himself and likewise his brothers.
Whether our childhood was nurturing or not
Comes the time when we must deal with our lot
The decisions we make will color our future
And show what we're made of as we mature.
If victory is to be won, it's upon God we trust
Knowing, loving and serving Him well we must.
Getting through life is hard enough we all know
Traveling with the Lord is the only sure way to go.
Guide the little ones in the ways of the Lord
So they, too, will praise Him, and to Him accord
All Honor, All Glory, and All Adoration
hearts full of joy and expectation,
toward the day of eternal jubilation
and
infinite exaltation.
4-22-08
poem by Mel Patterson
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Helpless Child
Feeling like the helpless child
The way you left me
Wishing I can walk some miles
Into heaven
Just to see you're beautiful face
Pure perfection
Wishing I knew you where gone
But I can't accept it
Looking up to the sky
If I could fly
I would do
You dont know how lucky I am
To have a guardian angel like you
You see you gave me these wings
You are the reason I flew
But I just can't understand
Why you can't take me with you
I know you watching over me
But can't you walk beside me?
Hold my hand more time
Hold me forever
Just guide me..
I wish god would find it in his heart
To go back and time and
Have you here with me
just make you mine again
Days like these
I go back to my mind again
7 years old
To the place I'm crying in
Trying bring you back with me
But it's still so empty
Feeling like the helpless child
The day you left me
poem by Vanessa Mercado
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Who Will Cry?
Who will cry for the little child who goes for days without food?
Who will cry for the little child who parents beat them?
Who will cry for the little child who is mistreated for being different?
Who will cry for the little child who goes unloved?
Who will cry for the little child whose stomach is swelled up?
Who will cry for the little child who doesn't have clothes to wear?
Who will cry for the little child who is shunned for not being popular?
Who will cry for the little child who is molested every night?
Who will cry for the little child who's parents are not around?
Who will cry for the little child who has to take care of his self?
Who will cry?
Will you cry?
Cause I have.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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The Oddball In The Window
The boy sat at the window
Looking out at the other boys
Laughing and playing their games
Enjoying their childhood days
The boy hopes that they will cherish
Those blissful moments of youth
That have been stolen from him
Moments gone forever from his childhood days
He’s not crippled in body or mind
He’s not allowed outside to play
Those boys point and stare at the boy
They call the oddball in the window
His parents have imprisoned him
To wrap him up in cotton love
He is just to much a gift from god
He is their only precious child
The parents say it’s for his own good
He’s such a delicate child
He just sits at the window
Jealous of the children running free
He will never laugh with other children
He will never join in their games
He never smiles in photographs
He’s not enjoying his childhood days
He’s grown up now; still sitting at the window
His parents can’t get him to venture outside
Everyone passing takes time to point and stare
At the man they call
The oddball in the window
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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The guy in the photograph
Out of the old tin frame
the 1944, I guess, photo, shines
a carefree smile from the 15-year-old
caught on a hillside in the summer air
in pure happiness..or so it images..
It’s the only photo from the album
that I like to have around; I look at it
and marvel that I ever looked like that
for more than one unguarded moment..
Is the story of my childhood that I tell myself,
the agonies of growing up, the uncertainties,
the discovery that parents are not perfect…
the not knowing who one really is…or might be…
all that, a fiction, or a fraction of the truth?
From time to time, I glance at it,
(as my parents must have done,
with all the thoughts that I’ll now never know) :
accept its mute challenge of beauty, goodness, truth…
he's expecting all that life may offer;
this is the guy I must keep faith with…
what else is there to say?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Photo from the Past
“A photo from the past’
I dreamt of returning home
Where for long time ago
I made a small house
Of green grass and broken woods.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood.
When there were no responsibilities
No worries, no fears of failure probabilities.
I dreamt of returning to my childhood,
When there were no extra loads.
Actually I returned
through a smiling child photo
through a moment from the past I borrowed.
The child ran far away
With her small hands she waves goodbye
She refused for only one moment to stay
Neither my world is hers nor the day.
I am not blaming her
As she is back to her time
And I am still in mine
So none of us can live in the other’s time.
And I wake up from my dream
On the smiling child in the photo
On the moment that for transient moment
I borrowed.
poem by Shymaa Awad
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Face Some Gap
I thrashed my son for being lazy
He looked at me uncomfortably
It was unbearable for him and felt uneasy
I could notice it but forgot as remained busy
Many have often said “child’s mind is like plant”
You can mould it they you wish or want
It needs simple care and little attention
This thing child may pick up for future retention
I felt sore at being harsh and unreasonable
It was to be advised to him as no trouble
Something child may take very pleasantly
This is supposed to be the right trend presently
Why some of the parents later face some gaps
Child remembers harshness and often blows or slaps
This impression makes him little adamant in gesture
He rages with anger and determines something for future
As we know it from the experience and from tales
That good education and environment definitely sales
The child becomes all the more prone to good behavior
Parents may be considered as next to the God or savior
Certain noble thought we give them in inheritance
Child picks it easily and can be known from visible stance
He may have bluntness with full authority and knowledge
He may drive through and through with clear edge
I have seen such impact in some of the brilliant students
They have come out successfully and passed through critical events
Yet they resent the past attitude on the part of parents
As it had demoralized them by making serious dents
I understand now how it can cause damage
How individual should be allowed to come up with age
Not forgetting the facts of nature for good environment
So later on not face such harsh and unpleasant comments
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What's the Time
“What’s the time? ”
Does it matter?
If we could for a moment
Forget it!
The helpless child
All of them
Have never seen the time
Never seen the speck of dust
Stamped, trodden and lost!
They have lived to dream
Dreamed to live
A life away from time
As if it was never there
It really is never there!
“What’s the time? ”
Gone for a dime
Gone before any child could know
If it ever really was there!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
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