I read today, the chief minister of Orissa stated 4749 minor girls were raped in Orissa in 4 years + girls. News of rape and murder has become a common thing since a month or more. Such innocence that is being heartlessly torn away from their lives.
My heart goes out to all the victims, and I heard this poem in a sermon, which so gave voice to my heart's groaning o'er this depravity of human souls. Here it goes..
There! little girl; don't cry!
Poem by James Whitcomb Riley
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by,
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by,
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh,
There! little girl; don't cry!
My heart goes out to all the victims, and I heard this poem in a sermon, which so gave voice to my heart's groaning o'er this depravity of human souls. Here it goes..
There! little girl; don't cry!
Poem by James Whitcomb Riley
They have broken your doll, I know;
And your tea-set blue,
And your play-house, too,
Are things of the long ago;
But childish troubles will soon pass by,
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your slate, I know;
And the glad, wild ways
Of your schoolgirl days
Are things of the long ago;
But life and love will soon come by,
There! little girl; don't cry!
They have broken your heart I know;
And the rainbow gleams
Of your youthful dreams
Are things of the long ago;
But Heaven holds all for which you sigh,
There! little girl; don't cry!
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