THE PERFECT ME

 

As I look at myself right now

I find myself too fat

Messy hair, a funny nose.

I am fair enough but

Then I am a bit too dark.

I could be taller than this

How I wish for romantic blue eyes

And hands as soft as silk.

 

Suddenly I am taken to

A weird and strange new place

I see a girl struggling to

Walk with her  hands

A boy trying to see the world

Only without his eyes

A cancer patient dreaming

Of having her hair back.

An underweight boy crying

For a morsel of food.

 

I realized that I am

Luckier than half the world

A sadist? No not at all.

These people taught me to

Appreciate what I am

And all that I have.

What an enormous task it is

To give birth to a healthy

And normal child.

A child free from disease.

 

Thank you Mom for

Making the perfect me.

I promise to make

All the pain worthwhile

The day will come when

You shall be proud of me!

 

~Priyanka Ganesh~

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