And your bed isn’t
Always of roses;
But even life is human.
It takes pity,
Softens the blows,
Lets you draw solace
From a bed of sand.
This poem is now on poemhunter.com; click here:
When the general landscape of my life appears gloomy, Poemhunter always gives me something to feel happy about. Today when I opened this site, I found myself among its ‘popular members.’ See this pic clicked today, 14 July 2019.
May God bless this newborn baby with a long, happy, fruitful life…
I came across this family in the Delhi Metro on 19 May 2019. The third child, judging by the tiny feet protruding through the mother’s sari pallu, was still a little baby.
I was a bit shocked and amused when I noticed that the father was neither illiterate nor middle-aged.
Hum do-hamare-do (we-two-our-two) campaign rigorously pursued by the government a few years ago, it seems, didn’t touch them at all.
This family is, in fact, one of the millions of literate families in India which, instead of being role models, have been breeding through generations like dogs.
With the country already teeming with millions of toddlers demanding far too many precious resources, what do you expect the governments to do? Irrespective of whichever political party is in power, scarcity of resources will always nullify every attempt by every government to improve the overall living standards of people.
The present government at the center is in power for the second time with a stronger mandate. It has no excuse for populism and must do what the country needs.
Instead of reservations, what the country needs really is an aggressive population control, a hum-do-hamara-ek (we-two-our-one).
We are right now the proverbial ship with a hole at its base.