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