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Array ( [sid] => 139790 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A set of parents...... [time] => 2008-01-14 18:14:47 [hometext] => A child in an orphange asks god for what she craves most for... [bodytext] => I see them whenver i go out
in the market ..in the church , everywhere
sitting besides their moms and dads
with shinning shoes n well combed hair

And i wish i could do the same
hold my parents' hands for some time
Sit with them , play with them
And sing to them my favourite nursery rhyme

It's not that God dosen't care
for he is knd and loves us all
but i think dont pray hard enough
so he dosen't hears my call

They coem to our orphanage every friday
men and women, fair , handsome and smart
and we are made t line up
so that they can take away anyone who touches their heart

I dress up every friday morning
In my pink little frilly frock
and mutter a silent prayer to god
befre joining the line infront of the clock

They stare at us, smiling slightly
i try to amile back ..but fai
my heart pounds wildly inside me
and my face begins to pale

It happens everyweek
they picksomeone else and go away
icoem back , disheartened
and keep my frock carefully for the next frday

I might not be as beatiful as Eily
or as amusing as jong and oliver
but does that means
that i dont deserve to have a father or a mother ?

I crave for them , for somene to hold me
in dark stromy nighs
for someone to hug me when i am sick
for someone to listen to all my plights

i'll love my parents , i promise God !
i'll never bhurt their feelings
i'l obey whatever they say to me
and take care of al their feelings

just send them to me once my Lord
and i'llnever trouble you agan
for then i'll have my new parents
to share my feelings and lessen my pain [comments] => 2 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 14 [informant] => akshay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
A set of parents......

Contributed by akshay on Monday, 14th January 2008 @ 06:14:47 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes



I see them whenver i go out
in the market ..in the church , everywhere
sitting besides their moms and dads
with shinning shoes n well combed hair

And i wish i could do the same
hold my parents' hands for some time
Sit with them , play with them
And sing to them my favourite nursery rhyme

It's not that God dosen't care
for he is knd and loves us all
but i think dont pray hard enough
so he dosen't hears my call

They coem to our orphanage every friday
men and women, fair , handsome and smart
and we are made t line up
so that they can take away anyone who touches their heart

I dress up every friday morning
In my pink little frilly frock
and mutter a silent prayer to god
befre joining the line infront of the clock

They stare at us, smiling slightly
i try to amile back ..but fai
my heart pounds wildly inside me
and my face begins to pale

It happens everyweek
they picksomeone else and go away
icoem back , disheartened
and keep my frock carefully for the next frday

I might not be as beatiful as Eily
or as amusing as jong and oliver
but does that means
that i dont deserve to have a father or a mother ?

I crave for them , for somene to hold me
in dark stromy nighs
for someone to hug me when i am sick
for someone to listen to all my plights

i'll love my parents , i promise God !
i'll never bhurt their feelings
i'l obey whatever they say to me
and take care of al their feelings

just send them to me once my Lord
and i'llnever trouble you agan
for then i'll have my new parents
to share my feelings and lessen my pain




Copyright © akshay ... [ 2008-01-14 18:14:47]
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Re: A set of parents...... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 14th January 2008 @ 11:24:32 PM AEST
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Sweet poem - try using the spell checker facility... Although on this poem, the typos actually work because it reinforces the idea of a child writing it. Nice work ;)


Re: A set of parents...... (User Rating: 1 )
by ki on Tuesday, 15th January 2008 @ 12:28:26 AM AEST
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oh how sweet and sad!




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