Than smiles
With our red cheeks and running noses,
Some stars that suddenly twinkle in our eyes...
We only know that you come from faraway lands
With so many things studded inside your bags,
Pockets and .........mind...
What makes you come to our lands....out here you find only changing colours of sand,
Smooth and lonely sand, tall mountains hiding us from the world beyond
Its only sun that dares to rise and shine
Our only true visitor every day
Never misses his classes
What makes you come to our lands.....
Clicking our pictures every now and then...
Will you sell them to those angels
Who wish to know how we look? Or
Will you make fun of us showing them to
those beautiful dolls or toys of the moving screen? or
You will keep them with you forever hidden somewhere
And show it to us when we have grown old.
Don’t ask our names for you will forget them
Don’t give us anything for we will be
unhappy after you have left
Just give us a handshake or a smile
Tell us about your lands of tall buildings, big water tubs
And green lands.
Tell us a story so that we remember and tell them
To our teachers
For you come only once with your bags To our land
From your faraway lands..............................
Cute... I like the people than writes felling proud of your own land, when i read, i feel that you land is yours. good words congratulation
ReplyDeleteThanks friend!! I can say that it's the people who makes the environment and not the environment that maketh people..... Happy reading!!
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