the constitution of heart: love

we,

by the love of the ONE

out of the love of two

with the love of some

for the love of all

finally,

to the love of the same ONE

love evolves everything

God is love.....

j.john britto xavier

Voice of the Voiceless

We have father and mother
Else what is our origin?
Ask not who are they?
We know not.

We have brothers and sisters
All are abandoned ones
Our cradles are dustbins
Music of vehicle, lullaby

Platforms are our whereabouts
Warm welcome to everyone
Cold or heat, no difference
Peace of heart, our preference!!!

If at all, we meet our parents
Ask we not why they did so
Surely we do ask them
Whom they thought, care for us???

If answer is God, well and good
We know someone cares for us
If that is God
We thank Him/Her wholeheartedly.



j.john britto xavier

Cry of the modern Children

If I were a dog,
My parents would have cared for me
If I were a newspaper,
My parents would have read me
If I were a car,
My parents would have driven me carefully
If I were a television,
They would have spent a lot of time with me
If I were money,
They would have worked for me
If I were a mobile,
They would have spoken to me often
If I were a MP3 player,
They would have listen to me
If I were a nightclub,
They would have visited me daily
If I were a pair of shoes,
They would have cleansed me
If I were a joke,
They would have smiled at me
……………………………

Is it my mistake? I am their child..

A maid is everything for me……

j.john britto xavier

difference??????

Jeans at Tank Road
@ 300/- per piece
Same with a brand name at Big Bazar
@ 1200/- per piece
Where is the difference?
Is ‘Where’ the difference?

Poor child sing/play instruments
In the bus, train or road side
They’re called beggars
Someone stage/reality show
Called a singer or musician
Where/who is the difference?
Is ‘who’ the difference?

A destitute with torn clothes
On the street
Considered prostitute/immoral
Some sashay the ramp
With bits and pieces
Considered models….
Where /Who is the difference?
Is ‘Who’ the difference?

One hour bargain for one rupee
With rickshawwala, sabjiwala, etc.,
Double the amount at malls
No bargain, No problem of fixed price
Where/who is the difference?
Is ‘who’ the difference?


j.john britto xavier

Everything @ Rs. ($)............

We live in

Economy driven world
Market driven economy
Knowledge driven Market
Education driven Knowledge
Money driven education
Honey, Money-minded world!!!!!
Everything @ Rs. ($)

Today special,

Pleasure or pain
A call away
@ Rs…..per hour

Womb for sale
Fairer the woman
Better the price

Tomb for sale
Better the place
Higher the price

Honey, Money-minded world!!!!!
Everything @ Rs. ($)

It is rightly said,
“I received bribe
They arrested me
I gave bribe
They released me”

Honey, Money-minded world!!!!!
Everything @ Rs. ($)…………..

j.john britto xavier

why?????

Is it my inability or
Your indifference to my ability
Labeled me disabled?

I speak with my ability
You are not able to hear
Is it my disability or ours?

Why discrimination?
Why sympathy?
Empathize with me!!!!

Accept me as I am
I am abled (enabled)
In my own stride……

Each one is unique
I, in my own way
Why indifference, accept me as I am………

j.john britto xavier

the rose of the desert......

“I am a rose in the desert living among cactus
Surrounded by the boiling sand.
The cactus asks me now and then;
‘Are you happy over here?’
Amen, is my answer.
But she says,
‘No, you cannot be serious
See, you are aloof
Your kith and kin are somewhere
Happy and glee, why are you here?’
Your master is partial, isn’t he?
Absolutely not
He who created me know
Where to keep me”.
‘What a pity’, she says,
‘Your petals are charred by the scorching sun-and
Branches broken by stormy winds”
It convinces me with much logic and I tell her,
“My friend, you only look at my sad plight,
I have but a different view point;
I am charred and broken but
The fragrance of mine passes through the wilderness
The sands breathe my fragrance and praise my creator.
Many passengers pass by
And none look at you with wonder
But their heart well up to praise my master
When they see me living in the desert.
My master knows where to keep me
And I bloom where I am planted.
I die, that is not the matter
My master is praised
That’s all what matters.”

j.john britto xavier

Real- Reel- Surreal

(Paradoxical dialogue)

1: We are 'rational being'
2: That’s only a 'definition'
3. I’m 'intelligent', you- 'a mediocre'

We are 'equal before the law'
That’s only 'in the paper'
I 'rule', you are 'ruled'

We are in the 'same class'
That’s only 'in letter'
I’m 'upper class', you-' lower class'

We wear 'same kind of uniform'
That’s only 'in colour'
Mine with ‘brand’, yours 'local'

Our blood is red
That’s only appearance
Mine 'O+', yours 'B+'

j.john britto xavier

God’s Call to play……

Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart

20-20, One-day, or test
You may play
Do fair well

Four, six, bowl, catch
You may do
Excel your team

The day is at hand
You’ll be rewarded
Up to your efforts

Come, come to Me
Opened to you
The doors of My Heart

j. john britto xavier

Pages of the same Book

We,

Pages of the same book
Branches of the same vine
Children of the same father

Difference,

One sleeps in air-conditioned room
Other in air-unconditioned platform

One needs dose, have a wink of sleep
Other sleeps childlike

One chooses what to have for meal
Other rummaging the waste boxes a deal

One possesses wealth, keen to save it
Other saves his soul that saves his/her soul

After all……

We,

Pages of the same Book
Branches of the same Vine
Children of the same Father

j. john britto xavier

in the name of........

crusades are launched
jihad sponsored
carsewas held
carnages conducted

citadels attacked
personnel killed
mosques demolished
missionaries Mutilated

palestine bombarded
WTC powdered
kashmir crushed
violence doubled

muslims robbed
woman raped
chaos created
confusion sustained
………

all knowingly done
and all is done
in the name of God, Caste and religion…..

j. john britto xavier

Followers......

(God and Secretary)

God: Who is he shirtless on the street?
Secretary: He is a weaver, shirtless
God: It is unbearable.

Who is he sleeping on the road?
He is a house builder, homeless
It is merciless.

Whose children are these hungry?
They are of farmers, foodless
It is indigestible.

Why does this child beg?
Its father has to drink, family has to live
It is pathetic.

Who is he not having a place to lay his head?
Lord, it is your beloved Son (Jesus)
Yes, it is His Mission.

Who are these leading luxurious life while many have nothing to eat?
Shhh….they are the followers of your son
Do they really follow Him?

Bro. J. John Britto Xavier

My Children

(God and Secretary)

God: Whose children are they in "christian" schools?
Secretary: Mostly of businessmen, officers, .......
God: Is it practicality or profitablity?

Whose childern are they in the factories, dabas, field.....
'of the poor and underprivileged'
'is it personal or structural problem?'

'Whose children are they as maidservants?'
'of the poor from different regions'
'Is it cheap labour or favour?'

'Whose Children are they in Nithari (Noida) Serial Killing'
'of the socio-economic backward classes'
'Are they easy prey and less human?'

'Whose children are they in platforms, roadsides, subways......'
'they are 'street children''
'Sorry, they are MY CHILDREN'

Bro. J. JOHN BRITTO XAVIER

Jesus- the prisoner

Jesus- the prisoner


Rolled down on the blessed face
Budded pearls of blood as sweat
Quivered the folded hands of Him
In agony in Gethsemane.

Innocent was He infact
Strayed Judas betrayed
No case with valid cause-but
Did chain Him the stewards.

Behind bar the whole night
Did mar Him being right
It’s nothing but follow-on
of the agony in Gethsemane.

The empire found Him of no fault
Asked he people what to do
Ere 'Hosanna' chanted crowd
Then chorused high 'crucify Him'

Spit, hit and jeered at Him
Whipped, striped Him the stewards
Crowned with pinning thorns
Carried the cross to calvary

One thief right, next on left
Amidst was He nailed
A chance for both thieves given
The right one did win heaven.

Occurred it millennium back?
Isn’t it today present?
Christ abandoned behind bar
Beckons each His grief to share.

Read we gospel now and then
Practice it we in practical when?
"Enter the Kingdom of GOd
I was in prison you visited Me"

by Bro. J. John Britto Xavier