Tuesday, October 21, 2008

lucky

I cried and moaned…
I was lucky to be alive
I wriggled my toes
I was lucky to have feet
I held my fist tight
I was lucky to have hands
I looked around
I was lucky to be welcomed
I was fed and loved
I was lucky to have ma
I was clothed and cared
I was lucky to have pa
I went to the best school
I was lucky we had money
I learnt all I could
I was lucky I could understand
I earn for myself
I was lucky I got a decent job
But still I cry so often and sigh…
’Why does this always happen to me?’
Thank God I can ‘think’…
So as I write this today
I realize how lucky I have been…
Only people with comforts
Have time to ponder and poetize

5 comments:

sawan said...

Only people with comforts
Have time to ponder and poetize

-seems true! nicely expressed.


expert editing by me :-)

Only people with comforts
a cozy seat at Infy,
a cup of steaming coffee
and frenz who dwell on projects
Have time to ponder and poetize
Long live Narayana Murthy :-)

okie, u may put that dagger down, i know u work hard!

athi said...

hehe... yea i work real hard !!! n therefore m on bed rest for d nxt 3 days :P

siva said...

Well said....
and get well soon...:)

sawan said...

Athi, Check my new post. U got something there.

Kenny said...

you write damn good poems and i dont like poems :D.... seriously they r freaking good