{"id":4301,"date":"2011-09-06T11:40:39","date_gmt":"2011-09-06T06:10:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/?p=4301"},"modified":"2011-09-06T11:40:39","modified_gmt":"2011-09-06T06:10:39","slug":"something-for-everyone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/2011\/4301\/","title":{"rendered":"Something for everyone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>With bruise n burns we arrive,<br \/>\nstretching our hands in despair,<br \/>\nOur eyes sore by wrong views and vision.<br \/>\nTongues twisted by distastes.<br \/>\nWhat we hear is curse and swire.<br \/>\nWe utter words of fire and filth.<\/p>\n<p>But, mother by one compassionate hug,<br \/>\nYou consecrate us; melting each one,<br \/>\ninto a fine piece of your grace.<br \/>\nYou give something for all,<br \/>\nin exchange of our sorrow.<\/p>\n<p>Unaware, we delve deep in your tranquil.<br \/>\nliving only THAT moment of life in your hug.<br \/>\nGo back again with a gift you bestow.<br \/>\ncarrying a bit of your heart.<br \/>\na smile from your sweetest smiles<br \/>\na syllable from your tongue.<br \/>\na bit of your loving concern,<br \/>\na little of your thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>Some of your playful acts n\u2019 jokes too we take home<br \/>\nYes we dream you in our dreams.<br \/>\nUntil next time we meet; with a complaint!<br \/>\nUntil then let me remain a spec in your magnanimity?<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8212; <span style=\"color: #888888\">SATHEESAN RANGORATH<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With bruise n burns we arrive, stretching our hands in despair, Our eyes sore by wrong views and vision. Tongues twisted by distastes. What we hear is curse and swire. We utter words of fire and filth. But, mother by one compassionate hug, You consecrate us; melting each one, into a fine piece of your [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[33],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4301","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4301"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4301\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/e.amritapuri.org\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}