“The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.” William Hazlitt.

Yes, we also are learning how to cope with set backs and endure what all come against. Eventually, children of this generation are also undergoing these ordeals in their daily life. But, it is something pleasant to hear some innocent but foreseeing thoughts of little ones while the freaks of Nature are at the best.

Old generation are seen always chant curses over the rampancy of undo s.Youngsters are on a hedonic gallop to set pace for the faddist style of living (a kind of enliving). Parents redound their children to hood-wink their lost dreams and wishes. Some ‘old fogies’ stick to the out dated traditions and brushed aside in the onrush of novelties. This is the new face of India, on the whole.

As we said in the last edition, some children still fondle an old world of grandma’s stories, inside. There they enjoy enough freedom from the drill of question-answers and find time to follow the butterflies and to be chorus with the cuckoo. Perhaps, they also would like ‘to be frightened’ to watch Harry Potter and such Hollywood panache and pizzazz. See, how they balance with these two extremities. Now, enjoy this poem and picture, another 9 year old girl sent to us. As promised, no editor’s chops. Take in the world inside. Doesn’t it differ from the one in which we live (survive)..?

Butterflies

(A poem by Meenakshi Madhu)

Butterflies, butterflies

All around my garden,

Flying with their beautiful wings

And sucking nectar

From the flowers,

If I try to catch them

They fly away

Oh, what a pity,

I couldn’t catch them

But, I like them

Very much, still.

Meenakshi Madhu, Std IV C, KMBVM, Pottor, Trichur                       A water color painting by Meenakshi Madhu

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