Not Coins

I can’t forget my first trip to Nepal in late 1996. When I was there I happened to get a few picture cards for Facebook or sending to my friends. Out of that pack, three remained with me. Accidentally I came across one such card with a little girl huddled in the cold and a tiny buckling (young goat) comforting her lovingly.

The card brought me pleasant memories and as I brooded on the image, a poem was born on the affectionate buckling, as though it is talking to the little girl. I am sharing the poem with you all which is titled as “Not coins ”

A coin has two sides 

That never see each other

Face to face forever …… 

And each 

Remain closely aloof as a 

stranger neighbour……. 

But 

I and you 

Are not coins 

But buddies 

With warm hearts …..

Though winter is  

In its elements 

Do not despair...... 

Now don’t dream 

Of the Sun in vain, 

As winter 

Does its routine...

Won’t give you warmth 

As you huddle in the cold, 

On the floor…….  

Come to me 

My little shepherd

I’ll share the warmth of 

My living wool and my heart

Till they skin me and

Make me a garment 

On some one’s shoulder,

While tasting my flesh 

On the table

With laughter and wine!!!