A blessing per Rupee
A life is as much earned
As any amount of gain be cherished
Steps can change not the destination, but the way
Moments can change not the real you, but the reality
Money can change not the way one looks within
but the choices
Heart wanted to achieve a lot, body wanted to relax a lot
Dreams wanted to expand a lot
A gain wanted to name my life, a life earned instead
Where blessing becomes a life
There are never the souls that strife …
A mind is as much broadened as any power of self be explored
A look can show not just the existing but what lies beneath
A judgement speaks out not about others
But unconsciously about our own self
Eyes wanted to bless a lot, hands wanted to cash a lot , night wanted to comfort a lot
A Rupee wanted to name my life
A blessing fared life instead
A look genuine with concern will ask never to give
But raise love to grant
An age is sighed which has seen
Not the real change in people, but the appearances
A life on road has brought me no luxuries
But a crown of self rule
A settlement with clemency of others has changed not my
Profession, but has quoted me a blessing …
Honesty wanted to achieve a lot, smile wanted to stretch a lot
The old age wanted to say a lot, people wanted to regionalize my life, a blessing its aim became instead..
Wishes of the self might not chase forever, but self will….
One eye often cried, could change not the way grounded life of mine
But silenced my angst instead
One ear often heard, overheard, the aspersions, whispering
‘why doesn’t she effort to earn? Has she not the two hands, legs and senses?’
One soul laughed, another one became stolid
Questioned my unspoken glances many
‘how much have they gained, and what have they lost?
How much can they help, for how long can they be kind?
Some eyes blessed, knowing more of love tan their own life
Stopped, touched, smiled with care and not mercy
A rupee there wanted to name my life, but somebody’s
Unselfish love earned instead…
A life became successful, a wish became fruitful
A belief became rational
When my wish to bless and live
Was touched by those eyes,
Those hands comprehending not
Just the way I am
But why I am ….
