Sweating in the summer Sun of Dubai
My shopping trolley overloaded
I struggled at my building door
When she, a kid of hardly seven
Beaming, held it open for me to pass
As we meandered towards the lifts
She in front like an angel in brisk steps
That hardly touched the floor
I asked her what she was named
'Cheryl' came the answer
Then she chirped how old she was
In which class she studied
From Mangalore she hailed
The little mass of condensed confidence
Inside the lift I wanted to know
What she would like to be
Pat came the answer
'A teacher' and the reason for the wish
'There are poor kids in my land
Who need my help with their lessons'
From her poised air of assurance
Polished shine and countenance
I had thought she would name
Fashion designing for a career
Or follow in the footsteps
Of astronaut Sunita Williams
Or at least a doctor highly specialized
Working in the United States
Her answer had me bowled over
A sob blocked my throat
As I stood behind her
Struggling to hold back tears
Of joy - a wasteland of seventy
Dwarfed by a mere tiny seven
Oh, how fortunate is my motherland
A little brave-heart here burns
For her, in the cradle of comforts and riches
A midnight candle of love and hope
A thousand miles away from her shores
Cheryl dear, crores of kids may you inspire
A lovely poem..could feel the constriction in my throat while reading this.God bless this child and children like this make us believe that there is still hope for humanity.Your lines are vibrant with emotions Thanks for sharing. Good to have you back ji...
Such a sweet poem on a sweet child....! 'As I stood behind her Struggling to hold back tears Of joy - a wasteland of seventy Dwarfed by a mere tiny seven'........... These lines tell all your admiration for her....! I am proud she wishes to pursue my profession!
Isn't life loverly? ? ? ? ? ? There you are, engaged in a humdrum experience, when a sparkling drop of beauty plops itself on your day and sprinkles it with a million magic drops that will stay with you till the day you die. 10++++++++++
Thanks for the encouragement and 10. I was to Mt. Rainier the day before and have written a poem about it, captioned Mount Rainier. Would like you to read it as theme relates to your State of Wa.
What an inspirational poem! A child's vision might surpass an elder's. The little girl is full of passion to do great things. Such noble sentiments in a child are praise-worthy. Hope she will live her dream and dispense knowledge to the under-privileged children. A heart-touching poem.
Yes mother land is definitely very fortunate. This poem has brad vision and really feeling of memory is well shared here. Very nicely penned poem this is...10
Blessed is Cheryl and blessed is the land. Beautiful narration that will inspire others.
Dear Rajettan, I had missed you for some time. I hope that Cheryl's innocence will stay through out her life. Her wish came out of her desire to help the needy. My best wishes for this child for pursuing her dream, whether it be a teacher, doctor or social worker. Beautiful poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She sounds like a special child, and no doubt has special parents.