Words do matter.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent
about things that matter~ martin luther king
Words heal..
Words reassure..
Words express...

#19 Dreams of glory



Little boy, in deep slumber
With his head in mother's lap
Knows nothing of the warm stares
His mother's eyes emanate

Deep in slumber
He dreams of the glory
He learnt- life is joy
Friends are religion
Chocolates are devotion
Soon woke up and gathered
He learnt- life is service
Parents are deity
Hard work is reverence

Little boy, in deep slumber
With his head on father's shoulder
Unaware of the dreams
His father's eyes weave

He works, he moves
Toys left far behind
He walks the path alone
Aiming the bigger
Following the pursuit
Forfeiting the joys
He walked, he earned
He learnt- service is joy

Slumber broke long before
Achieving the goal
He proved the proficiency
His father now proud
Mother's eyes emit glee

Life is service
And service is joy
Parents are deity
Dedication is the code
He learnt and behold