He, my little son
walking slowly to me
taking
my hand
asked
why the birds are not laughing
just before that he inquired
why his mother was not returning home,
I realized my ignorance marked up in the sky
and his questions the depth of the ocean.
dear naushad, we live in the period of simplification popularly known as globalization. the questions raised by you is poignant. but? premji
dear naushad, we live in the period of simplification popularly known as globalization. the questions raised by you is poignant. but? premji
dear naushad, we live in the period of simplification popularly known as globalization. the questions raised by you is poignant. but? premji
am a teacher in the school here, a dictation for my students who are in the first standard, first word is photo second word is colour, ..........it is good to build the foundation from the bottom as it refletions in your poems.i liked it most and appriciate it....10 read mine colour...child...school.. no teacher please and hen laid an eggsalong with o, mother...papa do u know and papa u too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an earnest appeal there from a dedicated teacher