A small attempt for a school for the under privileged ... I am designing a range of hand painted clutch bags. Part of the proceeds of the sales goes to bringing a cheerful grin on the face of the children of the school.....
I made not one , but many friends today.
So easy it was, to make my way.
Into little hearts, so loving and dear.
When in a humble way,I tried to bring some cheer.
Admit.. I must, for a selfish reason,
I first walked into the school,one festive season.
Little kids stood in rows and lines,
Grinning ear to ear..waiting for mine.
And yes I grinned,
And yes I smiled,
And yes I laughed,
Sheepishly I admit, I guffawed.
With gay abandon, I sat and pranced.
Mimed, mimicked, sang and danced.
Those few hours with the little kids,
Made me feel, one in the midst.
To those, whom I sound strange,
Weird, odd a bit deranged.
Wait, I need to tell some more.
Hear me out, though I may sound a bore.
This school is for kids not yours or mine,
But for those who are not so blessed by the divine.
Yet they crave for things we do,Pretty dresses,frocks and shoes.
Books,bags, pencils and tiffin too,
Not "hand me downs" but nice and new.
They do deserve, they do need.
Our love, our gifts, our little deeds.
Yet when I walk in again,
I`m selfish, self motivated and vain.
I`m going for my own need,
To make more friends, to satiate my greed.
Their toothy at times toothless grins,
Make my feet dance ,in a crazy spin.
I love them for their innocent eyes,
I love them for their squeaky `bye`
I love the way they wait for me,
I love the way they peer to see.
Little goodies coming out of my bag,
Wish I had more, Wish I had a wad..
Little or more, what my purse permits,
I will go again, each time with some more.. I`m optimist..
Seema Singh Dua
A few images.... More to follow.... Queries welcome :)
I made not one , but many friends today.
So easy it was, to make my way.
Into little hearts, so loving and dear.
When in a humble way,I tried to bring some cheer.
Admit.. I must, for a selfish reason,
I first walked into the school,one festive season.
Little kids stood in rows and lines,
Grinning ear to ear..waiting for mine.
And yes I grinned,
And yes I smiled,
And yes I laughed,
Sheepishly I admit, I guffawed.
With gay abandon, I sat and pranced.
Mimed, mimicked, sang and danced.
Those few hours with the little kids,
Made me feel, one in the midst.
To those, whom I sound strange,
Weird, odd a bit deranged.
Wait, I need to tell some more.
Hear me out, though I may sound a bore.
This school is for kids not yours or mine,
But for those who are not so blessed by the divine.
Yet they crave for things we do,Pretty dresses,frocks and shoes.
Books,bags, pencils and tiffin too,
Not "hand me downs" but nice and new.
They do deserve, they do need.
Our love, our gifts, our little deeds.
Yet when I walk in again,
I`m selfish, self motivated and vain.
I`m going for my own need,
To make more friends, to satiate my greed.
Their toothy at times toothless grins,
Make my feet dance ,in a crazy spin.
I love them for their innocent eyes,
I love them for their squeaky `bye`
I love the way they wait for me,
I love the way they peer to see.
Little goodies coming out of my bag,
Wish I had more, Wish I had a wad..
Little or more, what my purse permits,
I will go again, each time with some more.. I`m optimist..
Seema Singh Dua
A few images.... More to follow.... Queries welcome :)
Party Time !!! |
Aren't their smiles to die for !!! |
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