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Mother and Child
Some
where out there in the lands,
A little boy longs to hold his mothers hands
A
mother’s angelic voice bids him goodnight,
She whispers gently to his little ears ‘sleep tight’.
And she gives a warm soft kiss on his fragile small head
She turns off the light, quietly shuts the door and walks ahead.
Mother sleeping in the night awakes as soon as she hears her son’s
screams
And rushes with panic, soon she is comforting him of his terrible
dreams.
Mother takes her son to school for the first time,
Scared and worried she reassures him and says you will be fine.
10 years later he is no longer a child but is still a young man
Still looked after by his mother who is his only biggest fan.
Sadly few months later mother has slowly faded away
Leaving her son to be independent, and lead his own way.
Some
where out there in the lands,
A little boy no longer holds his mothers hands
CULTURE
Everywhere I look I see
culture,
surrounding the world just like nature.
I gaze at the Indian
saris gleaming with,
radiance just like a peacock.
I taste the spicy hot food,
that sizzles in my mouth,
like burning flames.
I am drawn towards these dances that,
symbolize the lord of the dance Shiva.
I hear the African drums
beats through the sky,
I see Colourful clothing bright as the rainbow
Shines the streets,
I smell the citric exotic fruits which hides its sweetness.
I watch the carnival bringing in
joy, excitement and new life into our town
I look around to see the
eye catching Chinese hidden dragons,
parading through the city of China,
I wonder who’s inside these magnificent dragons.
I tour around and admire the glorious sights
of the temples in Beijing.
I venture of to see the
spectacular world in Islam
I wear the embroidered salwar kameez which,
has shimmering mirror work.
I walk around the Shalimar gardens,
thinking what peace and tranquility there is.
I see how devoted they are to their religion,
by praying to their god and fasting.
Everywhere I look I see
culture,
surrounding the world just like nature
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