Sunday, May 16, 2010

To my Sculptuors

No matter where,how and with whom I live,
You will be remembered in every breath of my life,
You may cease to exist,
But ye imprint persists.
For you have craved me..
And you both are my sculptors..

Parents are the true sculptors of children.If a child astray from its path, the society blames the parents for wrong upbringing.But if a child succeeds, we glorify the child and forgets the sculptors.Strange!
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May 17, 2010 at 10:04 AM
I am said...

Simple beautiful and very thoughtful.I liked it dear.Once again my hearty wishes.

May 17, 2010 at 10:05 AM
Anonymous said...

Durga, excellent!!!

[...you are my hero my brave dad,
... i admire you and your patience, my lovely mom!...

.. and i will try to share your glory to my child and their child, to repay what you had given to me?]

June 10, 2010 at 11:54 AM

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