Skip to main content

A memorial poem for the Sandy Hook Elementary School Children...


Innocent Eyes...

In the classroom scribbling on the desk
Smiling at the teacher reading some text
Dreaming of cookies and presents under the tree
Beautiful voices singing carols off key
Magic of the season exudes from them
Beautiful smiles and kisses like toffee

Innocent eyes see a stranger that enters
A few loud noises and their world disappears
Innocent eyes behold a bearded man on bended knee
His arms are open, He smiles beckoningly
They recognise Him, the beginning of time
He sweeps them up, kissing them tenderly

Sentinel beings and scampering pets, rejoices
At this cherubic gathering of pigtails and crayon smudges
Even here preparations are in full swing
To celebrate the birth of a King
Innocent eyes agog at the sights and the sounds
They join the shepherds in their song

Nestled in His lap, memories still linger
Of loved ones, forced to surrender
Looking at Him, they know all will be well
When everyone meets in His kingdom, to dwell
He sings them a song, they nod off to sleep
He sheds a tear for the ones who lie awake and weep.
When I read bout this incident online, I couldn't make sense of it all... how deranged should a person be to gun down innocent children. It was pure evil. Then the recent gang rape of a 23 year old girl in a moving bus in Delhi, made my insides hurt. Reading bout her ordeal and torture, I broke down... what they did to her was evil in its potent form, evil from the deepest darkest pit in hell. I don't know why such things have to occur, I don't know why He lets them occur... I don't know what to think... it's just overwhelmingly sad, nobody deserves to suffer like this. 

Comments

Icychips said…
beautifully written!! sad sad thing - innocence robbed - families sufferin for ever!! oh its really really heart breakin!! & I want them to find a motive just so that the parents can get closure on the Y them - y these innocent helpless, harmless children!!


Zak said…
:( - nice!!! I believe no amount of evil can make you kill children! Clearly the guy had deep mental issues!

As far as the Delhi Incident - I think they should fastrack the case and hang the culprits do death!
nitya said…
Beautiful poem Kavita.....Just about getting over from the shooting of those innocent children, the rape in Delhi was not what I was waiting for. I too....just broke down not for the incident but...something that women face almost everyday is so casual and nothing much can be done about it. The law must either condemn it followed by a severe punishment like- castrating the whole lot of them. There has to be a system put in place where justice is immediate and not delayed. I'm sure the death sentence or even life term will in reality take ages to come through.

If you actually look at both the incidents,not God but the law has a lot to do with it....unfortunately its the innocent who suffer. Yes, on a deeper level we can talk about values, breakdown of family... blah ....but we need to be realistic. You see when the court says that teachers cannot punish or say anything to kids- u can imagine the generation ahead. As teachers, educators, specialists, hands are tied. We really need the Lord and His grace more than ever.
mahesh said…
If I were a publisher I would publish this poem in a book of poems. This is a beautiful poem!

May the Lord give strength to the parents who lost their little children!

There is also a point we forget think of the killer's brother who is facing the trauma of losing his mother and his brother and the guilt that will haunt him forever.
BackStage said…
Beautifully written Karen. Trust me, I seriously did break down when I heard the news on those kids - I mean watching my own son and having dreams, loving him so much and one fine day for a mother or father to know everything just wen off in a minute is like madness I tell you.

And that poor woman in Delhi, this world is sometimes such a sucky place to live!
Randy said…
Marvelous.
Karen,

I like the way the muse has started dwelling in you and making you try verse instead of prose.

Beautiful poem that brings out the poignancy of the situation. Joining you in praying for the comfort of the families who are shocked by the loss.

Joy always,
Susan

Popular posts from this blog

Nice Ad....

Wouldn't you say so... Nam and me were in this huge clothing store and we were making fun of all the models on display (there was one of hrithik in which he looked kinda gayish) when we came across this one. Seriously, dark people are more better looking....

Tawusi Melek: The Peacock Angel

The Last Girl (2017) by a Yezidi survivor, Nadia Murad, is filled with the bone-chilling sort of evil that the ISIS is synonymous with. Nadia poignantly captures the plight of her Yazidi village, Kocho, as the threat of ISIS looms large in the distance before becoming a reality. As with the Holocaust, no one really anticipates the amount or intensity of evil that could reside in the indoctrinated hearts of men. Otherwise, nobody would willingly stay back in their towns or villages waiting for the genocide of their race. One of Nadia’s brother’s, Hezni, did try to go Germany, by crossing the northern Iraqi border on foot into Turkey, from where they (the brother and a few others) made their way to Istanbul, then paid a smuggler to take them into Greece. But they were discovered and had to spend a horrible time in prison. So, the fact is people did try to leave, but like Nadia explains, it isn’t easy to leave the only place one has ever known. I still think that being forced to

A tribute to the crazy bunch....

Here are a few picutres that won't find a place in the wedding album... but they were equally (some of them, even more) memorable. Everybody loves sunoj.... I was so happy to see them all...... (first time they were coming to my new place) Sunoj again.... hanging out with this guy is like shopping, ice cream, chocolates... etc. You can't get enough of them. The crazy cousins gave us a very interesting gift... this gift will be with us for six months then it will start its cycle of educating the owners. Though I doubt my cousins need much education in that department. It was fun opening the book and Jardin being the smart guy wanted somethin read from page 69. It was so cute the way Sunoj quickly picked up "The Magic Faraway Tree Series" from the corner and gave me to hold up when Robert uncle walked into the room (turns out he was the one who bought the book). I still remember Robert uncle laughing his head off.... good times. This wa