I am not born rich,
I am not born royal.
I am not born ideal,
Life to me, isn't always loyal.
I am broke,
In the pockets and the heart.
I am not beautiful,
I may not be smart.
But I have life running through me,
I have my hands and legs safe.
I can walk,
I can run,
I can feel the water and the air.
I can think,
I can move,
I can be,
Who I want to be,
Painting my canvass anew.
And when I think about those people
Who can't do any thing from these,
I feel grateful.
So, why should I be sad?
Why not stay the way I am,
A bit of mad but still me.
I have myself.
And reason to be grateful.
I am grateful to be me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...