Gratitude

"Just a little more and
The balcony with the  sunset view would've been mine",
Murmuring in irritation on life I walked down the lane.
Heard a small voice telling his mother
"Ma, today I learnt about sunset at the sea.
It is beautiful they said.
I told them about the poetry on the lovely moon shining,
On the river in front of our house"!
Ma hugged him tightly
With love of the fairyland!
I stared at the gutter
At the door of his house,
A room filled with filth and poverty
But fragrant with love, dreams and poetry.
The balcony I got seemed heaven.
Thanked God for being a true maven.

With paper in front and cup of coffee in hand,
The news of the rape of a young child
Brought back memories from a distant land.
That day the call of azaan
Saved an innocent heart,
And the voice of a mother
Brought tears with mirth.
You are the saviour, you are the friend
You are there when all lights end.

Life as it may seem is not the end.
It has lot of reels to play, lot of souls to blend.
Each phase has its own beauty,
Don't lose hope but count your bounty.
And one day when you look back,
Other's misfortunes won't make you feel blessed,
But being the answer to someone's prayers will.
Then know that the Almighty has been kind all along.