Blessed

Blessed am I

With this dewy morning

And the privilege

To cuddle loved ones.

Blessed am I

When there is food on the table

And roof over my head.

Blessed am I

To see loveliness

The ugliness, the gross.

Blessed am I

To feel blessed!

Published by shanthithomas

Educationist, writer, advocate for human rights View all posts by shanthithomas

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