Tears in those small eyes… They are haunting me. It is not the kiddish naughtiness on his face, but just a kind of inertness towards the world around him. He needs neither a toy car to play with nor a kite to fly, but his eyes are in search of caring arms wide open to hold him close, to protect him from the dirty world.
I dunno what his name is, but I feel he needs me. When the tankers move around him firing, I feel, he is calling my name. When the smoke arises burning everything, I feel, he is asking for a hold on his hand to pull him out of the world.
I wish, if I were a bit closer to him..., beyond these distances. but I am afraid if he ask me one question.” why is the world burning itself?"
Neither you nor I know the answer even if we pretend to know everything. What is man then at all, if he is unable to find the solution for some query that he creates? Then why does the world not changing? Isn’t it our duty to care for those budding minds? Then why aren’t we thinking of them?
You are not well strong to face such questions ever, for those questions are gonna be much stronger hereafter... answer not to the kids, but to yourself…those tears are gonna really burn you... BEWARE!!!
you are right da..we pretend to know everything..:)
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