Wee hours of the morning,

with great effort she moves her self

carnal desires and animal instincts

of men she'd helped to satisfy

 

He stands at the edge of the road

no lights, but just brazen sounds

he was blind from when he was born

waiting to cross the road

 

Hands so powerful, they were muscled

a strong torso too !

his dream to walk, leave alone run

the wheel chair spoilt all the fun

 

She worked on the side of a mountain

panoramic view on the side of where she sat

breaking stones at a quarry was her job

an adult at the age of three !

 

Well clothed but weakened she was

she'd tried to work, but unwanted was she

leprosy had wasted much of her

Now she stands at traffic lights begging

 

So much of human suffering,

so little that we can do

but these people are not so worried

they are happy with the life they have !

 

How does it feel to  walk and talk

to be able to see a pretty world ?

to eat well, have a house and a car to drive

yet, our worries are of how much more we could get ?

 

"Count your many blessings

name them one by one,

and it will surprise you what the lord has done "

an old rhyme ! no one remembers it these days !

~Mahesh Laxman~