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 smart phones

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



Our culture

Our children


Our future.