In a land where dust blows over hard lifeless ground and children cry in their mothers arms. Hope is a luxury and want is an ever real fact of life. As mindless hate filled people battle over table scraps, while the innocent and the forgotten lay in want. Despite the best efforts of the brave and the selfless, the help seems to never be enough. On any given day, people are grateful for a piece of bread and clean water to drink, yet we take these things for granted. So do not forget the blessings you hold dear, for they can be taken away in a moment by the hateful and the selfish. Eternal vigilance is the price that must be paid, and reverent thanks is what heaven requires lest our land fall into despair and want and we too have little to be thankful for.
Trading wants for needs Compelled to complain of have-nots Instead I thank the heavens for what I do have My sight to look out among clouds & trees My hearing of my babies laughs and screams My voice to tell them how much they are loved The use of my arms Overwhelming them with hugs
These simple things So often overlooked
A second to reflect and a deep breath is all it took
The blaze of the sun cut through their flesh Sun kissed sweaty skin and dehydrated lungs
Knelled and cried for mercy The heavens answered their prayers
Loud thuds were heard like a roaring lion Lightning struck like a shooting star
Their quench was put off Soil's aroma spread; it rained.
Although I am not a lover of rains, but I am still very grateful for the rains today! Since morning it has been pouring and it has turned my warm walls and the hot air outside cold and blissful! So this is me, giving thanks to Allah for the showers of blessings. The heat was killing everybody in Mumbai! Okay, that is about how much good I can say about the rains. To the rain fans – have an amazing time playing football in the muck and getting wet in the rains! Stay safe, don’t catch a cold :) Do share with me your experience in the rains and your take on it. P.S. My first try at a fifty words poetry.