365 Writing Prompts: The little things

The title reminds of a poem about “Little things pasted on my dresser”

This is how it begins:

A little more kindness,

A little less creed,

A little more giving,

A little less greed,

A little more smile,

A little less kicking,

A man when he’s down.

A little more ¬†“We”,

A little less “I”,

A little more laugh,

A little less cry,

A little more flowers

on the pathway of life,

And fewer on graves,

At the end of the strife.

 

I agree with the poet!…………………………:)

 

Getting Lost By R. Tagore___translated by Ranu

Getting Lost

My little daughter

she heard her friends calling her

she was going down the stairs to meet them

it was dark, she was scared ,she was taking careful steps.

She was holding a small open flame, little lamp,

she was cautiously keeping the lamp from the breeze with the corner of her sari.

I was on the roof watching the sky

in the dark night in springtime was full of stars.

Suddenly I heard my daughter crying

I ran down to see her.

While going down the stairs

a sudden gust of wind extinguished her lamp.

I asked her,’What is it Bami?’

She cried from downstairs, ‘I am lost.’

On that night of spring the sky was full of stars

I went back to the roof

while watching the stars I visualized as if I was a little girl like Bami

holding the corner of my blue sari

walking  alone ever so slowly protecting the lamp.

If the lamp was put out, stopped giving light suddenly,

there will be an echo of a tearful voice from the whole sky,’I am lost.’