I consider myself a patriot. I love my country,I am prepared to work to help my country. To me patriotism means sacrifice.One should try his or her best to defend his/her country when the need arises. I always remember what the American, Nathan Hale said before he was hanged for spying,” I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country.” This is what patriotism means to me.
Love came ,it opened the door and left,
It will not come any more.
There is one other guest left to come,
He was the last known.
One day he will come and extinguish the lamp,
And take me with him in a chariot__
from a home to some homeless
Until then I will sit alone with my door open,
I will complete all my work.
When the guest arrives
there will be no obstacle in his path.
The Pooja preparation will be done,
I will be ready__
Quietly I will extend my arms, and receive
the homeless guest.
One who opened the door and left
while leaving he said,
“Wipe off the tears,there is another
guest to come”.
His last words were, “complete stringing
Remove the thorns of life____
In this new abode you the homeless,
Carry this perfect garland.”
Writing prompts to me is an useful exercise and can be sneaky. Take for example, the one I did yesterday about the last song I heard.I had to pick the third line and make it my post. This required a lot of pondering on my part. I tested a few,the third line was not helping me to write anything.I did write something,I felt as if the topic was taking me where I did not want to go.
It was a question of ,’Should I skip it or attempt it?’ Then the thought why not I pick a song from a language I know and translate it. To my surprise what I came up with was amazing. I ended up writing about the dearest person in the world. Although I had to exercise my brain,mind whatever you call it, the result was heartening for me. I was able to write about my Dad.The satisfaction I got from it was tremendous.
The prompts can be a little sneaky as well.There are prompts where I wrote about myself,my likes,dislikes the whole bit. It seemed at times I was writing my autobiography unconsciously. This is the part I’d call sneaky.
To sum up I must say,I enjoy writing the prompts.If I had to think of what to write, I wouldn’t write one every day.The fact I get help is truly remarkable,sneaky or not.
Moon asked the stars,
The stars asked thousands out there,
Who is the dearest person in this world?
I said,”It is my Dad,my Dad.”
Tall handsome and brilliant,
This is how I saw my Dad.
He spoke many languages,
He helped me when I was in need.
He scolded me when I was wrong.
He was affectionate beyond words,
He was concerned when I was unhappy,
He made sure he knew the cause.
He taught me all I know.
He was a very protective Dad,
He always had time for me,
Even if he was busy.
He cautioned me to beware,
“Do not let anyone take advantage
of you”,he would say.
I feel sad when I think of him,
He passed away ,
When I was very young.
I always wished,
He would be with us longer.
When the moon,stars asked thousands,
Who is the ‘Dearest person on this earth?’
I put my hand up way up pointing the sky,
It has to be my Dad, my Dad,
“He deserves the title more than anyone else”.
This is the most ordinary movie of my life. I am the middle daughter of my parents. I grew up a happy person.I liked to sing and play with my siblings.The happiness of mine was short. My Dad died when I was twelve. I cannot say if I ever thought what my future will be.I lived one day at a time.
Before I knew it was time for me to go to college. I was lucky my two older brothers took care of my expenses. I was not ambitious at all. When I completed my education,I suddenly wanted to go to England to study.I knew it was expensive, none of my siblings could help me.I have a strong belief that if you want something bad enough, Almighty God helps you out. My desire was fulfilled. I taught for sometime.
I got married,had three children. Everything worked out the way I wanted. I left my home and came to live in a foreign country with my husband. The locals tell me this is my home now. I agree with them.
“The broken dream of a stream” By Tagore
How did the sun’s rays
penetrate my heart this morning,
how did the song of the bird
penetrate the dark cave!
I don’t know how
my heart awakened after
such a long time!
heart is awake,
the water is swelling up,
I cannot stop my heart’s
wish and emotion.
The mountains are trembling,
hailstones are sliding down,
the water is beating up
it is thundering in anger.
Here and there almost mad
it is turning and turning
and roaming around__
it wants to come out,
cannot find the prison door.
Why is the creator so cruel,
why is there trap all around,
break the heart,break the tie,
have the desire today,
lift the layers of waves
continue striking it.
When the heart is excited
what is dark,what is cruel!
When the yearning is increasing
why fear the world!
I will pour compassion,
I will break the cruel prison,
I will sing all around the world
anxious crazy water.
I will untie my hair, pick up flowers,
fly my rain-bow painted fan,
I will spread laughter
on the rays of the sun.
I will run from peak to peak,
I will conquer hill after hill,
I will giggle and sing rhythmically.
I have so much to say,
so much to sing,
so much vitality,
so much happiness,so much desire.
I know not what happened ,
my heart is awake__
from the distance I can hear
the song of the ocean.
All around me
what is this frightful prison__
break break break the prison,
strike strike it.
O what a song the bird sang,
here comes the rays of the sun.
As far as I’m concerned,awards are non-existent in my life. If by any chance it happens in an auspicious day,I’d have to thank my three cats,they meant a world to me.
At first I was not in favor of having any animals in the house,certainly not cats.Things changed when they arrived. I voluntarily took the responsibility of feeding them,cleaning the litter and taking them to the vet. I noticed I fell in love with them,they’d come to me quietly and remind me to give them food. They disliked the vet,they’d hide when they saw the cage.
My friends remarked on several occasions,they wished they were cats,they get so much attention. painters,carpenters,etc. said the same thing. My husband declared one day,” You’ll go to heaven, you take such good care of them.” This declaration topped everything else I heard.
I wondered what would be the opinion of the cats,will they vote for me for an award? Meeow is what they’d say. I’d consider it as ‘Yes’, she should.
All my cats passed away one at a time. The opportunity to get votes from them no longer exists. If they were alive I am sure they’d keep meeowing until I got an award.So friends no award for me!
I am funny with the right people. The ones I pick on the most are my siblings. It is my way of showing how funny I am. Lately I have a very good friend who’s always deep in work. I try to put some humor in his life,which is boring to say the least. To me laughter is the best medicine for good health.
My brother was once asked by my Great-Aunt: “How is your middle sister?” He immediately replied in a loud voice,” She is not my middle sister,she is my real sister!” I don’t know if you got the joke.I thought it was funny.
There are a few Hollywood comedians I like,at the moment I cannot remember their names. The one I found very funny was Bob Hope.
This is a poem I always liked.I wanted to share it with you.
What is this life,if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see,when woods we pass
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see,in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars,like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
William H.Davies was a panhandler. This poem was noticed by George Bernard Shaw. It became famous after it was published.