💜Somewhere Over the Rainbow #41 With Prats in our hearts 💜 - Page 30

Originally posted by: nn027

I'm sorry you're sick Madi. I wish you a speedy recovery my dear friend

Thank you, dear Nado for the get well wishes. I am feeling a bit better today.

Good morning!

I understand Madi's predicament with guests around. Still, whenever you get a chance, please rest a bit Madi, recover well.

Padma must have reached n having jet lag.

Now with the Shraddh( paying obeisance to the departed souls) period commencing from today, for fifteen days there will be quiet and prayers in most homes, good part is no noise!

Nado, always am so grateful, that you acquainted us with the rich literature from your region🙏

Have a good day everyone, be happy always!

Originally posted by: nn027

One poem, after a long time

Little Man

Is it true what the Kalevala says:

"The hand that gives is always above the hand that receives?"

Is it true what they say in Basra:

"Love is like a shadow.

If you run after her, you will never reach her.

If you turn your back on her, she will follow you."

Someone somewhere said and I thank him:

"To truly love, you have to grow up to be a child".

So smile if they tell you that you are a small person.

There is no little luck and no little sickness.

There is no petty theft and petty death.

There is no small war and no small honesty.

There is no little friend and little secret.

There is no little man and little love.

Never turn your back to love you.

I remember your first teeth.

I remember your first steps.

I remember: Children's Hospital in Novi Sad.

I'm sitting by your bed and I'm begging everyone in the world to make me well.

And you got well.

But God did not believe us in those days.

Not even nature.

Neither do people.

She only believed in our immense love.

Only your hand believed in my hand,

while it painted azure light like a house

on my palms.

We turn upside down like an hourglass,

and we change with each other.

You will get a deeper voice one day. You're going to start shaving.

You will get married and get a job.

You will have your children and you will tell them your fairy tales.

And I will be more and more childish and harmless.

You will recognize me by how naively I believe

that I will live forever,

mesmerized by inner speech

like the ancient god Ptah,

who first conceived the whole world within himself

then exhaled around his incredible thoughts,

and so, with a huge imagination, alone in Nothing, the only one,

brought to life all that was still uncreated.

Then everything will come suddenly: my last teeth.

And right after that: my last steps.

Finally: some hospital in who knows what city.

Sit by my bed on an evening like this

even if only for an hour or half an hour.

It will be quite enough for all the past years.

And let my hand be in your hand.

And let him paint the same tame one as a house

light mark on your palms,

a sign that I never, never turned my back on you

to respect and love me.

Love is like strength:

the more you spend, the more you will have.

If only birds could love like I do,

they would have already turned into the wind.

If streams could love like me,

they would already become oceans.

If spaces could love like I do,

they would already become infinite...

Miroslav Mika Antic

Added to the Serbian Poetry Book.

https://www.indiaforums.com/fanfiction/2872

Good morning!

Hope all are fine!

Nado have a wonderful trip with beautiful memories!

Hope Madi is recovering well.

Have a good day everyone, keep well always!!

Originally posted by: vibraj

Good morning!

Hope all are fine!

Nado have a wonderful trip with beautiful memories!

Hope Madi is recovering well.

Have a good day everyone, keep well always!!

Good morning Vibha, have a nice day.

Yes, I am feeling a bit better now. Thanks for the comforting words.

Happy journey, Nado and Padma. Take good care of yourself.