Requiescat by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.


Today, I remember two exemplary women–two mothers; and so I wanted to pay them a tribute through this poem. One is my own, Mercedes, and the other is my friend Claudette’s mom, Josephine. They may no longer be with us physically in this universe, but the ever-so-loving-memory of them will live on with us for ever, and, in any universe too. Fly high, Mercedes and Josephine!

Poem by Oscar Wilde
Image by Unsplash

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If you are going to achieve excellence in big things, you develop the habit in little matters. Excellence is not an exception, it is a prevailing attitude.

― Charles R. Swindoll

There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. We are all different. However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there’s life, there is hope.

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Water is a Gift

World Water Day

The World Water Day is an annual celebration declared by the United Nations in 1993 to promote awareness on the importance of water and energy. This coming Sunday, 22nd March 2015, let’s join the planet in celebrating World Water Day and hopefully this would again remind us of the importance of freshwater. Everyone of us can be advocates of sustainable water and energy use.

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Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

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