Our Children Our Future

Once upon a time
I was a tiny toy on my moms’ hands
The apple of her eyes
With her love and tears
I am what I am
With time
I moved away from home
Away from the festivals
Away from the palm and mango groves
Here in the midst of fast cars
Fast food and msn
High tech research and managed accounts
My childhood still resonates within me
I am still my mom’s tiny toy
Like all of us
With an intense desire
To pass our culture and language
(Along with our genes)
To our kids
The pupils of our eyes
Through our children
The essence of our culture
And our convictions
Clash and coalesce with the cultures of the world
Our children get transformed
And they transform our vision
About
Us
Our culture
Our children
And
Our future.

((*.*))

babru

2006