Showing posts with label street children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label street children. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Dream dream dream

A Dream

Canon Powershot S3IS

Dream
Priscilla Ahn

I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me.

I played pretend between the trees,
and fed my house guests bark and leaves,
and laughed in my pretty bed of green.

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.


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Friday, November 13, 2009

I wish I was a boy...

Boyhood.....I wish i was a boy tooo

Canon Powershot S3IS
Manali

Local kids at Manali. Boys have so much fun in life. They are truly freebirds from childhood. They can and are allowed to do so many mischievous things which girls don't or can't do. No pressure of looking pretty to find a suitable groom. Carefree life, skinned knees and scars from play, all are just a part of the life for a boy.

I wish I was a boy.

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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

GOD gave a loaf to every bird

clickin me???

Nikon D70

GOD gave a loaf to every bird,
But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,
My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat
That made the pellet mine,
Too happy in my sparrow chance
For ampler coveting.

It might be famine all around,
I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board,
My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,
An Indiaman—an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am sovereign of them all.

Emily Dickinson

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Friday, December 5, 2008

Unnoticed

T h r e e . M u s k e e t e e r s

Haridwar
Nikon D70


Street Child
by Regis (Reg) Auffray

Stolen childhood is more than a crime...

abandoned child
silently swept along
a current of callous human race
between shabby buildings
and filthy hotels
hovels of the needy
and the dispossessed oblivious
now soulless empty eyes unseeing
soiled windswept streets
unfeeling lost emotions
unheeding sirens
heralding another night
of violence and death
numb ravished soul
of stolen youth
too weary to care

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Monday, November 3, 2008

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

And I think to myself, what a wonderful world..


Delhi Zoo
Canon powershot S3IS


I hear babies cryin', I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

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