The Lady...

As I walk the street,
Sits a lady in ragged clothes.

Nothing to give,
Accepting everything we give.

Quiet under her saree cover,
The only saree she has.

She does not know her future,
Her present also un-certain.

Manages to thank every time she receives,
A humble smile on her face.

People around her hurry for work,
With bruised fingers and battered clothes she sits.

As I walk towards her I feel a realization,
I feel life is so extraordinary.

Count the things I crib about,
Run out of numbers when I count the blessings.

I compare what I have,
I look at myself for a test.

A beautiful home, a table to fill,
Dad, mom and two darling sisters.

A circle of friends, who I can’t count,
But, who I can count on.

Luxury or need it’s fulfilled,
Monetary gains not, greed is not,

I look above, I thank HIM,
I see the mercy showered from above.

I reach home after a days of work.
Lay my head in a chilling environment.

I thank the Lord for the day,
I thank the Lord for HIS inspiration- The Lady.