Blessed us

See the woman screaming out in pain?
See her eyes filled with tears?
See her mouth to dry to speak a few words?
See hands shiver with ill-luck?

See the man on the far off fields?
Who's too old to bend to sow a seed..
Who's eyes are squint to know accuracy..
Who's only reason is his family..

See those children lying in the slums?
See the dreams in their eyes, and no food in their hands?
See their ragged clothes?
See their homes worse than sheds?

Look at them everyday weep and cry,
Look at their lives filled with denial,
Look at their hands craving for help,
And their eyes crying with desire.

And then, take a look at yourself
You are blessed, lucky and still curse,
You have so much but want more,
Don't you know all you have isn't all what everyone have?

We scream, we shout for the pettiest things,
If they were to do the same,
We wouldn't have silence, ever.
This life of yours is blessed.

Admire it, accept it. Don't curse, don't crib. Life's too short to cry. Learn from them and know that pain is hard to digest. Remember, you are blessed!