LET’S TACKLE THE MALNUTRITION ISSUE FACED BY CHILDREN IN INDIA

Though it has been decades since India has gained Independence, the children are yet to celebrate their freedom from serious health issues like child malnutrition and high child mortality rates. While there has been economic progress, this progress seems to not have touched the lives of thousands of underprivileged children in India who still fight the same battles as theirREAD MORE

FREEDOM – HEMA SUBRAMANIAN

I want to break free
Free in to the Wide world
To spread my wings
And fly to explore

I love my cocoon
The protection it gives
From the harshness
Thru my tender years

Now I reach my prime
I want to break free
To tentatively step
And test the space

I am sure i can fly free
RoamREAD MORE

OFF PUDDLES AND SAILS – HEMA SUBRAMANIAN

The first day of school
The first monsoon showers
New books in new bag
Squishy gum boots

The jump in to the lil puddles
A peek out of the umbrella
A quick turning down the hoodie
Oh and for what joy!!!

The pitter patter
The tiny delightful taps
Of the splattering on the face
Oh the rains the lovely rains

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I…ME..MYSELF – ASMI VAIDYA

I am me myself and I will never listen to anyone else.

Whenever I want, I will climb up the wall,
Even if I will have a great fall👎🏻

Whether I rise or I fall….I will be ready to face it all.

I know I have to change this attitude some day….

And have to keep open my eyes andREAD MORE

NAVNEET KUMAR WRITES…

कभी  गुजरता हूँ  बचपन के उन यादों के सफर पर,
देखता हूँ अपने अाप को  माँ  के आँचल में,
देखता हूँ  खुद को क्रिकेट खेलते  बाबूजी के साथ,
फिर दूर टहल जाता हूँ उन यादों के शहर में,
दादा  के कंधे पर  दुनिया  को देखते  हुए,
दादी के कहानियों से जिन्दगी समझते हुए,
कितनी दूर अा गये हम जिन्दगी केREAD MORE

THEIR STORIES – SPANDAN

It was much later I realized
why is it that some classmates
never used to get scolded,
either for the uniform
or for the homework

It was much later I realized
why some of our lunch boxes
used to be over-stuffed,
and some never had even a box

It was much later I realized
compare to the story thatREAD MORE

EKTA DAWDA WRITES…

Amidst the sullen picture of despair and poverty, these smiles shine so bright.
Deflecting all the pain and suffering in infinity and promising that heaven is a place in earth.
These smiles are so pure and celestial .
Just celebrating the joy and miracle of living in this God created world.
Far above the material smiles we smile each day.READ MORE

MONALISA WRITES…

It smiled the fullest and cried the loudest…
I can clearly see her gleaming with joy,
whenever she saw new people surrounding her…
chirping chirping and chirping.. without taking any break
without any perception of front stage, back stage..
and without being fake,
She laughs at you for being silly
for being unaware of the use of paracetamol,READ MORE

DREAMS OF CHILDHOOD – SUKANYA DUTTA

Give me a pencil.
I want to write,
Whatever be my wish
What is my right.
My thoughts will flow
And I will grow,
Every moment I want to learn
And it will be full of fun.

Give me a box of crayons.
I want to paint,
The sun, trees and the sky
My aim is so high.
Every corner of nature
Past, present and future,
Everything will come alive
And I will find joy in that vibe.

Give me a playground.
I want to play.
I want to run
It’s never-ending fun.
I want to giggle
With my friends,
Happiness is a blessing
It never ends.

But don’t give me bricks
I can’t bear that weight.
Don’t give me goods
I can’t manage to sell.
Don’t give me utensils
I can’t wash that well.
I am so little, I feel so tired,
I only want to be a free bird.

I need only your love
I need only your concern,
I need loving people
who will respect my wish.
Don’t take away my childhood
Don’t take away my freedom,
A little bud can grow
If it can happily blossom.

SAYANI BASAK WRITES…

I was told it’s me
And not him,
I said I was a child then
She trusted,
But still she said
It’s me
I told her again I was just seven
She said she knows
But now it’s my duty
To preserve my family name
Thus I fall into the trap of
Happily ever After

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AJITHA SUNDARESAN WRITES…

Looking back through the years
All the way to where the journey began
Was a world bereft of worries and fears,
A world of cheerful abandon and infinite plan.

A spring in your steps and a sparkle in your eyes,
An infectious smile to match, as you marched out to play
Peering in wide wonder at the smallest of things:READ MORE

THE LOWEST RUNG – MANASVI S CHAUHAN

Sunken cheeks, hollow hazel eyes,
sunburnt forehead with a bony pointed chin,
concave stomach, hunger clenching the insides-
all evidences of horror that lies within.
His hair is greasy, his face somewhat blank,
expertly disguising the ripe age of ten;
the only witness of the dreams that sank
are his callused hands that still ache for a pen.

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