Sweet lullabies that my mother sang. . . . .
Fairy tales and bedtime stories that my father told. . . . .
Wisdom and knowledge with which they both guided me. . . . .
Great loving care that they both attentively protected me. . . . .
A collection of these ran deep in my heart. . . . .
I grew up as a responsible adult.
Those poor little orphans ,that disastrous Cyclone Nargis left behind,
No more sweet lullabies ,
No more fairy tales or bed time stories ,
No more guidence with wisdom and knowledge,
No more great loving care ,
It cruelly robbed of all these things from them.
I was wondering. . . . . . .
When they felt sleepy ,without the sweet songs of their mothers . . .
Without the charm of the fairy tales. . .
Without the wisdom and knowledge to be guided with. . .
With nobody caring lovingly .
How could they be at peace with the world ?
How could they satisfy with their lives?
How could they wisely grow up?
Do they deserve with my sympathy?
I am going to share them with all my heart.
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