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A Healthy Body, A Healthy Mind

A Healthy Body, A Healthy Mind  By Crisanta     Liu   Look at the children as they grow, Different life stages they undergo, Internal, external changes show, How wonderful it is to know. For a child to have a healthy body, Awareness, a must, for Mommy and Daddy, The food he eats in a group of three, Go, Glow, Grow for him is free. On the do’s and don’ts inform the young, On what to do on what to think, Start everything with a bang, No waste of time, all will sink. When evil thoughts enter one’s mind, Just pray to God and one will find, The right weapon is He alone, He’ll protect the brains your children own. Even for a day once the body is neglected, Strength and alertness surely prevented, Even for a day once thoughts are unattended, Righteous thinking quite affected. Eat and think what is right, Tell the child to do with might, A healthy life, an abundant life, A child should have day and night. मराठी अनुवाद एक निरोगी शरीर, एक निरोगी मन लहान मुले जसे वाढतात तस...
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My Grandmother's House by kamala das.


                      



My Grandmother's House 🏠

 

Poem:-

There is a house now far away where once

I received love……. That woman died,
The house withdrew into silence, snakes moved
Among books, I was then too young
To read, and my blood turned cold like the moon
How often I think of going
There, to peer through blind eyes of windows or
Just listen to the frozen air,
Or in wild despair, pick an armful of
Darkness to bring it here to lie
Behind my bedroom door like a brooding
Dog…you cannot believe, darling,
Can you, that I lived in such a house and
Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost
My way and beg now at strangers' doors to
Receive love, at least in small change?

by Kamala Das

माझ्या आजीचे घर

आतापर्यंत एक घर आहे जिथे एकदा
मला प्रेम मिळालं ……. ती बाई मरण पावली,
घर शांततेत माघारले, साप हलले
पुस्तकांमधे, मी तेव्हा खूप लहान होतो
वाचण्यासाठी, आणि माझे रक्त चंद्रासारखे थंड झाले
मी कितीवेळा
तिथे जाण्याचा विचार करतो , विंडोजच्या डोळ्यांनी डोकावताना किंवा
फक्त ऐका गोठलेली हवा,
किंवा जंगली निराशेने, अंथरुणावर कुत्रासारखे माझ्या बेडरूमच्या दाराच्या मागे
पडून
राहाण्यासाठी येथे आणण्यासाठी एक गडद अंधार निवडा
... आपण विश्वास ठेवू शकत नाही, प्रिये,
आपण अशा घरात राहात होता आणि
मला अभिमान वाटला होता, आणि प्रिय…. मी ज्याने आपला
मार्ग गमावला आहे आणि
कमीतकमी लहान बदल करून, प्रेम मिळविण्यासाठी आता अनोळखी लोकांच्या दारात विनवणी करतो ?

कमला दास.


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