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EditorialThe poem Caring now for tomorrow was written for the Universal Children’s Day (celebrated on 20th November under UNO).
 Three Poems
						Ashok Chakravarthy, India
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Universal children’s dayCaring now for tomorrow
 Merciless destiny
 
  
Until the human instinct is driven out,Unless the egoistic attitude is thrown out,
 How can we protect the rights of children?
 How can we promote the welfare of children?
 
A blanket of chillness makes the night isolatedThe otherwise busy streets of city, look deserted,
 Covered by layer of fog, the street lights look dim,
 Except for occasional barking dogs, it’s almost calm.
 
A group of street children, perhaps rag pickersCover their dusty body with rubbish plastic papers;
 With tottered clothes, covering body sucked to bone,
 Almost lifeless they look, abandoned by every human.
 
The thoughts of desperation, add to deep depressionPiercing the heart of hearts in a fit of aggression;
 With wars and natural calamities torturing the earth
 With selfish motives, humans have staked all faiths.
 
On the desolate paths, fearsome and totally dark Let our love and concern for children glow like a spark,
 Care the children for treading a bright path tomorrow
 Let us shower love on them and shatter their sorrow.
 
A renewed hope sprangWhen the hours of dawn rang,
 As usual, the dawning sun
 Peeps through the glowing horizon.
 
Filling hearts with new delights The birds of beauty fly out;
 While the darkness fizzles out
 They dispel all gloomy thoughts.
 
Today is but unimaginable Tomorrow is yet unpredictable;
 Fearing the outcome of today
 I feel loving the bygone day.
 
The worn out life in isolationThe mood of clouding dejection,
 Yes, moment after moment
 Chase me without any respite.
 
Down, I fall umpteen times,Yet, manage to balance at times,
 But, the reprieve I deeply seek
 Evade me, giving a mystic slip.
 
The perishable human bodyIs bound to worn out one day,
 And, when life is in the ascending
 Remember, everything looks peeling.
 
And, in the merciless hands of fateDoomed, we become a tool of hate;
 And, the invisible tentacles of destiny
 Ultimately grab us without mercy.
   
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