Showing posts with label Blogs of Note. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogs of Note. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Abandoned.


Abandoned.
Clicked at #Karwar
This poem seems most apt in the memory of the #child found washed up on the #SyrianBeach

Kids Who Die
by Langston Hughes

This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don’t want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,
Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.

#mobile_photography
#phonography #puneinstagrammers #karwarinstagrammers #travelgram #noedits #grief #childrenof_instagram #stopwar #refugees #worldskidsneedspeace 

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Clouds Silver Lined....

On the morning of the 30th of May 2009, as I was checking the Comments on my Blog i found a Comment by CDP Blogger Shantaram saying - "congratulations on becoming a 'Blog of Note' on Blogger !! Well, I thought this cant be, and there are better pictures and photographers ont he world wide web and the CDP Portal than me.... And mine is only a 2 Meg Pix Nokia Mobile Camera, with just OK ok kind of photos....... Then I run a search for "Blogs of Note"  on Google, and I find this Page with the name of my Blog in it.......... Wow !!

The words "Happy, Joyous, Ecstatic, Euphoric, Overwhelmed, Excited" were too inadequate to express my feelings... I could'nt anything but Count the number of Comments, Number of Followers that shot up to 175 from a mere 14 in the preceding week, and  was content in expressing my Gratitude to the Comments, reciprocate to the support of my Followers, send Mails to all my friends, and gaze at my Blog page for hours together.... 

My Life as a Blogger changed after the 29th of May 2009, Thanks to the Google Blogs Team at Blogs of Note, and the Recognition, Support, Appreciation, Blog Followers, consequent to my Blog being featured on the Blogs of Note page.... 

Then on the 31st of May 2009, I saw this Page at Blog-Bee, with Words of Appreciation of my Blog.... But nothing beats the feeling that I experienced on seeing my Blog in the Blogs of Note, and I can say that I attained the Blogger Nirvana......

True, Blogging also has a Silver Lining......

Thanks to All !!