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He can sleep without
An empty belly.
He has many hobbies
That he enjoys daily.
Pain and discomfort is
Extremely rare,
Not at all worried about
His deeds that lay bare.
A roof on his head
And freedom in his mind.
He has almost every comfort
Wanted by humankind.
His parents are alive
And they love him.
Believe it or not for so
Many this is only a dream.
Insecurity is only a word
For him and dreams are a reality.
He enjoys the freedom
That so many seek.
While others are
Surrounded by despair,
Sometimes suffering beyond repair.
Comfort is indeed rare.
What is their fault?
Is it being born in the wrong place?
Or is it belonging to a different race?
He has no idea what the others face.
He should be grateful
For what he has
Because so many live
And die in disgrace.
© 2016 Abhimanyu Gaur
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Well penned work, Abhimanyu. Who is to know how the dice fall or how each star in the Universe has its own place, its own path. It is an age old question. Very good poem, very emotive.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Nice work Abhimanyu. We all need to be thank ful for what we have, and consider many millions are worse off. You captured the feelings and thoughts.
Thank you, John.
Nice work Abhimanyu, we cannot choose the circumstances of our birth but we can choose how to deal with the challenges of life. It’s about perspective, how we indeed think. A poignant poem, well conceived and thought-provoking. Great work my friend.
Thank you, Tony.
A lesson in being thankful for all that we have, because others sadly go without.
Thank you, Kurt.