Dreams

Tiny legs, cute little fingers, an innocent smile and a musical cry…

…a dream that is so dear to many of us.

This little bundle of joy comes naturally to some…

…and after months and years of prayers for some others…

Whatever way, it is a blissful moment for the entire family.

With every passing day, month, year, as the little soul grows

Grows our dreams and aspirations for their future.

The father dreams of how successful his darling daughter is going to be

The mother secretly has plans for her birthdays, graduation and her marriage

The daughter has colourful dreams for herself too

Unaware of what the future holds for her.

A tick of the clock and with the flip of a second

All the dreams come shattering down.

Life is unfair and throws up helpless situations

Especially when we are least expecting it.

This is a poem I wrote last night based on the happenings of late last week and keeping in mind the anniversary of the Delhi Rape incident on 16th December last year. A child in our family is seriously ill with a rare disease. I request each of you to keep her in your prayers. Prayers it is said are powerful, mightier and effective than the best of drugs.

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15 Replies to “Dreams”

  1. When a child gets unwell, it makes us all weak. I don’t pray often but I’ll definitely think about her when I am at peace and converse with the maker. Hope everything turns out well.

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