This is a poem about counting your blessings instead of running blindly in a quest for more.

I am admittedly not easily placated

Satisfied and contented with anything

I am one of those who always yearn 

To be on the other seemingly greener

Side of the fence

Or inside amid the enfolding scenario

And not with my nose pressed to the barred window

I was never one to be mollified

With the lollypops of sweet words

The glass always seemed half empty

To my critical, cynical eyes

But the other day at my gloomy face

My father’s harsh, chiding words of sarcasm

Struck a chord on my heart strings

Those that had never been e’er strummed

And I saw the brighter side of life

Which dawned on me like a flash

Then I sat contemplating , calculating

Mentally counting my many blessings

Those unconsciously demeaned

Never appreciated ,always taken for granted

A smile played on my lips

As I Evaluated my underrated treasures

And I sent a silent prayer

To the heavens above for

All that it had benevolently bestowed

On a thankless soul like me…

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