Turtle story.

Under the warmth of the sand,

and not the heat of its mother,

the egg shell cracked open,

as the sand began to smother.

Out popped a turtle, and sadly no other.

T'was a sad welcome, no mother, no father.

T'was a cold and quiet night,

his mom had come, to the shore,

she had dropped many eggs, a hundred and four.

She hid them in a pit, and then she was gone,

Then few days later this baby was born.

This tiny innocent soul got me thinking,

who din’t know where he was, not even an inkling.

No food for his hunger, no hand to hold on to,

No parents to guide, no siblings by his side.

Yet his tiny feeble feet, began to march slow,

towards the big unknown sea, where only he could go.

Blessed are most humans, who have loved ones who care,

to train us and protect us till we are unaware.

PS: This poem is inspired by this teeny tiny creature I saw at the "Velas Turtle Festival  - Welcoming Baby Turtles", at Velas last year in March 2014.

-          Ashwini Joshi

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Crimson hue, with a black shiny zipper;

Round stroller wheels and rock solid texture;

I was seated near the window, for the world to see;

I was waiting to be bought, for the world, to be seen.

A young man walked up, and looked at my price;

and as I was not expensive, for my size,

he made the decision so wise.

Hurrah!! atlast my chance had come;

For someone’s fellow traveler I had become.

Excited, I was from the first day I was made;

To travel all over the world, Italy, Spain and Adelaide;

And so, most of my dreams did come true,

as I experienced so many places new.

Travelled by buses, cars, ships, and trains,

I flew over the birds, as I travelled by planes.

In Luxurious resorts, inns and fancy cup boards I stayed,

best were the memories in the rustic village, that were made.

Fascinated were the kids with my wheels that would roll,

Pulling out my handle they would take me for a stroll.

Met many new people, and met the other bags,

we shared amazing travel stories, experiences and gags.

One day as I sat at the airport waiting for my flight,

A beautiful pink bag with a blue hat caught my sight,

Fell flat when I saw her, my joy knew no bound,

It felt my love of life, I had found.

Lucky I was and I am thankful to the one above,

The pink bag belonged to my owners lady love.

And indeed that was the best trip of my life,

As I had met my wife, in this journey called life.

       -          Ashwini Joshi