Someone

Crumbs of my uneaten munch dumped into wastebin meant a wholeday meal to someone...

the bedtime stories i heard from my mother were real life tragedies of someone..

my worn-out useless clothes were special gifts to someone...

everyone around me was more fatigued and more fagged up....

thanking you my almighty god...

I was born "ME"....

Reviews

[paul]

good to be: thankful

[Siddhartha]

and in the end...everything is but a function of the ego....love it...

[paul]

beautiful. great title too

[Forest Green]

Sweet...beauty by comparison is sometimes quite fulfilling...very nice.

Steel

[Lilly Negoi]

BRAVO! this poem not only presents the relativity of things - one person's up being another person's down, but also the ability to be thankful for our own share of this relativity. and i love it!