The little sparrow chirped and flew,
Newfound strength in its wings,
The happiness of freedom to discover
Besides other things.
The sparrow found its soul-mate
In a thorny tree,
The thorns never hurt her heart
She was still so bright, so free.
The sparrow loved this world,
So green, so blue, so bright,
The sparrow loved everyone and thing,
She did not harbor hate.
The sparrow loved its little ones,
And gave them many things,
Values, courage, love and anger
And happiness to bring.
The thorns restricted her flying,
The world was angry with her,
The sparrow did not see why,
There was nothing wrong in her.
She never could hate anyone,
She gave them all her love,
But all she got in turn,
Was a bitter, bitter love.
The sparrow taught many little ones,
And taught them how to fly,
And they in turn adored her,
And loved her all the while.
The sparrow never adorned herself
She never had found the need,
But, oh! Her love was beautiful,
And her heart was bright indeed!
The sparrow fell ill one day,
Time had run its course,
Still she lived and loved and fought,
Her battle more poetry than prose.
They all came down to see her,
And for her illness weep,
And she loved them and loved them still,
Until, finally, she fell asleep.
LOVE YOU MOM!
3 comments:
With the choice of title Jerryma, you made me remember with tears the story that chithi used to say about " The Happy Prince"..What a fitting tribute to her life with words from your heart, kanna!
Remember that you've now got an amazing, omnipresent love enveloping you, protecting you and guiding you.....I will pray for you and Pravikutty always. Keep in touch.
Affectionately,
Vasanthi Akka.
Gabi mama said: Lovely, Lovely, Jerry. In a lovely poem you have brought out the spirit of mom,s life. Be like the bright sparrow in your lives too. Take care of the little sparrow under your wing now.
Share this love with all you touch.
Dear Jerry,
Sentiments expressed in a beautiful way. In the recess of all our hearts a seed of love is always waiting to blossom into a lovely flower or a fruit and this act cannot be nurtured by any one except oneself.
Mom was an example and here is what I wrote for her in case you have not already seen it and may be for a larger audience.
TO YOU DEAR RANI
Caroline, a beloved name to us, left here stranded,
On this deserted island, devoid of true love and life,
In your trials and tribulation, a deserving rest granted,
A slumber untimely wrought, a state of pure oblivion,
When you were whisked away to the tranquil shores afar,
We saw you lingering, a poise so deceptive portraying,
Permanence of your smile etched into our hoping hearts.
Your deeds were immense in silent perfection executed,
Your suffering much but never breaking the surface,
A twinkle in your eye radiating joy and a caring touch,
Healing young hearts you showered like summer rain,
Countless streams in this delta flowed, an alluvial soil,
A thousand blossom bloomed in your caring ambience,
Like waning moon and melting candle you gave light,
Now we stand in the oppressing darkness senses numbed,
Memories floating like the hurrying cloud in the wind,
Our tormented mind rests in the empowering truth,
Darkness and light, life and death, Good and evil,
All merge in the eternal oneness in the sublime strata,
Where your true name is now etched indelible forever.
Love,
Raja Praipa
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