http://3.world-citizenship.org WORLD-WIDE ASIAN-EURASIAN HUMAN RIGHTS FORUM Wed, 14 May 2008 10:50:55 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en In a Scramble to be a Refugee There is a scramble here at the Tanaf border crossing - twenty thousand Iraqis running away every day from their war-ravaged land. Twenty thousand runaways every day, eager to cross to neighboring Syria – young people and old, peasants, professionals and workers - jostling towards the counter, pushing their passports and papers, the pokerfaced ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/12 Language of Love (Two small poems by father and daughter) (1) Father (K L Chowdhury) It is a drowsy afternoon The sky a uniform gray A huge cloud hanging low A pin drop silence below The promise of rain on hold Time standing still But my heart beating fast To communicate with you And speak about my dream. I dream meeting you in this ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/5 Mother is keen that her son do her bidding - learn the  three A’s faster than  kids his age, practice his music longer hours, and lend   a helping hand in domestic chores. But the kid seems inattentive for he  has other ideas and little time from his games; her reasoned dialogue, her pleading and persuasion fail to make an impression. Mother ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/8 Choice Often of a beautiful morning after I have returned from a walk I find my grandchildren in a stretch of confusion wondering what to have for breakfast and what not. I watch them face the pantry eyeing the packages on the shelves battling to choose from the wide range in offer - cereals of numerous combinations in so many flashy packages; baked ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/7     Language of Love (Two small poems by father and daughter)          (1) Father (K L Chowdhury)     It is a drowsy afternoon The sky a uniform gray A huge cloud hanging low A pin drop silence below The promise of rain on hold Time standing still But my heart beating fast To communicate with you And speak about my dream.   I dream meeting you in ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/6 On my way down the hill from my evening walk I meet them, every day without fail – a man, woman and a child - hurrying home in tandem from their day’s labour. I see them from afar coming up the gentle slope against the setting sun. As they approach near their worn-out, suntanned faces strike an accord with the fading daylight. Their ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/4 No, this can not be my homeland, not this unfamiliar landscape not these lanes and bye lanes, smells so different, sights so strange- no ducks scavenging the drains no cackling poultry in the corners scratching the earth for grains. What is this heap of rubble and ruin where my little house once stood, and these monsters that surround it ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/3 I could not find you, my lord in the empty hall of that huge banal building up the hill in San Antonio, they call the temple. The large oblong flaps in the middle of the forehead of your idols, reach down to your nose to obliterate your features, caricaturing you in the process into a brooding visage. Your comely consort, by your ... http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/2 This is my personal and literary blog. To share with you personal writings, literary and poetry. Kundan Lal Chowdhury. http://3.world-citizenship.org/wp-archive/1