Oh! They exist!
They see you walking by
They stare at you with eyes run dry
They try to tell you their sorry tale
If you’d listen
If you’d only look their way

(But do you know they exist?)

Of course you see them
But what do you do? You scorn at them!
‘They caused it for themselves didn’t they?
And they are the government’s problem!’
I hear you say
You’d rather just walk ahead and look away
And hope they don’t come in your way.

(Do you want them to exist?)

They just sit around and have nothing else to do
Counting coins and the hours too
They’re all over the streets
No better than thieves
Dressed in stench-filled rags
Oh! God forbid if they touched your hand!
They face the harsh weather with hands and feet bare
But the fact is none of us care.

The homeless, the poor, the downtrodden
They live amongst their own
Even in our idealistic and perfect world
They will live and die Untouched and Unknown.

Like a piece of paper
Fluttering in the wind
Sometimes dead
Alive at other times
But something stopping it from flying away
Ensuring it lay down…flat.

Wanting to reach out
Fly and go places
Let the wind take it
With it
Not knowing where it would be taken
But willing anyhow
Its raring to go
Little does it realize that
This new freedom might bring with it
New dangers lurking in the corners.

But the tiny little thing…wants to breathe
And do what it wants to do
Feels suppressed and frustrated at not being allowed to
Its all so evident
The folds and creases on the paper
Tell the whole story.

Perhaps the paper belonged to someone…
And now has been discarded
Abandoned to its fate
It’s a useless piece of paper
All alone
Still waiting to be free.

Reach for the sky!
Follow your heart!
Never say die!
Make your own path!

The future is unknown.
But you are not alone.
Believe in yourself.
It’s not all about the wealth!

What greater crime than lost time?
A stitch in time they say saves nine.
Its not work that kills but worry.
So be slow and steady; dont hurry.

Actions speak louder than words.
It’s the bold and not the timid that are heard.
But too far east is west.
So being moderate is the best.

God gives the milk, it’s for you to get the pail.
Without the pain there is no gain.
Every dark cloud has a silver lining.
So it’s about time you stopped the whining.

Pride goes before a fall.
Don’t be sleeping when opportunities call.
Never trouble trouble until trouble troubles you.
And what you don’t know won’t hurt you!

Let God show you the way.
Every dog has its day.
Try, try, try till you succeed.
Cause the fruits of suffering are sweet indeed!!

Is there magic in this world?
And what about super natural power?
Do lucky charms really help?
Can our luck change by the hour?

‘All hogwash! ’ you may say,
But I am not so sure,
Because it was only the other day
That I visited Mrs. Grow.

She is an old friend of mine,
And she was so sweet.
She had called me to her’s
For a treat.

We spent the evening talking.
Suddenly we heard somebody at the door knocking.
Mrs. Grow went up to the door and opened it.
And who should come in but li’l Twit!

He was sad,
And there were tears trickling down his face.
But he wiped them off quickly
With his hanky made of lace.

He said “Dear Mrs. Grow please help me.
It’s my mom’s Birthday tomorrow,
And I wanted to surprise her u see…
I wanted to give her roses…red and pretty roses,
Grown in the garden by me.

I know my mummy would have hugged me,
And would have said they were the loveliest she had ever seen.
But dear Mrs. Grow,
I am so sad.
Nothing’s worked out as I had planned!
I tended the garden,
And watered it too,
And removed all the weeds and did all I could do.
But the roses didn’t grow!!!
Dear Mrs. Grow, I’ve come to tell you of my woe.”

Dear Mrs. Grow listened to all that li’l Twit had said.
She then got up and ruffled Twit’s dark head.
“Don’t worry child, all will be fine.”
“Oh! Mrs. Grow you are so kind!”
Said Mrs. Grow, “Come with me and I’ll see what I can do “
She turned to me and said,
“You can join us too.”

All was forgotten about our treat,
As we got out into the cold, windy streets.
I felt sorry for l’il Twit and worried too,
I wondered what Mrs. Grow was up to!

We stopped outside a gate,
And looking beyond we could see,
A small cottage in dire straits,
Old and desolate but at the same time cozy.

Li’l Twit took us behind the cottage.
And we couldn’t help but stare,
The garden was totally bare!
Now I could understand l’il Twit’s plight.
But wondered what Mrs. Grow would do to make it alright.

She seemed to be looking
Up at the sky.
I tried looking too,
But nothing could be seen to my eye!

And then she muttered a few words,
Not easily to be heard.
She stood with her hands raised,
As though showering God with praise.

Suddenly I saw a shining ray of light,
Which was directed by Mrs. Grow with all her might.
And before my eyes I saw,
The most spectacular event I had ever seen!
Roses, red and pretty roses,
Sprouting from where nothing had been!!

I turned towards l’il Twit who seemed overjoyed!
He hugged Mrs. Grow and cried,
“Thanks Mrs. Grow, Thank you very much.”
And I couldn’t help saying, “Her kindness is such!”

So now my friends,
Now do you believe me?
If you don’t,
Go for yourself and see…

Visit l’il Twit’s garden,
And dig beneath.
The roses wont have any roots ,
Mrs. Grow shared this secret with me.

The roses stand,
Held by the roots of love,
All storms and gales they withstand,
All due to the magic of love.

So pass this message around-
Love is magic, love is pure.
Believe in its power,
And it will change your life for sure!