After many hours of pulling and shrieking, there came the distant sound of my first tear- Declaring my birth to this world and at first glance- to all I became dear. Naming me was a task so tough, Everyone browsed for a name through soft and rough. Finally they landed on a name connected to singing, But in my dad's mind- it wasn't quite the ringing. He had to sign my name that day, And ponder he did deep on the way. Finally he signed the paper that decided my life, Coming back and declaring my name was yet another strife. He changed my name from what had been thought, For service and helpfulness was what he sought. (Continued in Caption)
Categorization, special grouping , naming all are done to weaken the spirit of unity under the shadow of providing special attention, just a practical manifestation of "Divide & Conquer"
Its all not in naming... I have seen mothers who love children, But actually never understood their core. I have seen freinds who hang out, But never knew their pains.. I have seen siblings, But never attached much....... Its all not in naming.......
There’s a lot in a name as some names get engraved on every lobe of your brain that you can never forget and others just slip away like a butter cube on a hot pan however hard you try to register
The baby bawled away, Oblivious to the decorated cradle, The swish of the silk saris, Gajras in the hair, mom, aunts, Grandmothers cooing to her. She will have memories of the day, As she learns to look at the pictures.