When my hopes flicker & images blur
Over the unrelenting issues
Rushing in my life
Leaning me wayward.
I start unwinding
All the cracking things
Which anchored me through.
The days of laughter
Under the clear sun
Without a minor blur.
I count on my blessings
I have ample water to drink
Enough food to lean.
The tender little fingers
Of my cute tots
To hold on
And a strong broad shoulder to lean on.
Why I be concerned & cringe
Over the hovering issues
It is instant
And will disappear soon.
I lift my mood
Ticking my thoughts
To boot in positivity
Trimming the mist around.
My thoughts spin
Watching the colourful butterfly
Clinging on the stem
Chip of joy prints in my soul
I feel easy and clear
Under the darkness of night
The moon shines bright
Tickling me to bouts of laughter.
Why to give up or rush for materialism?
The inner joys chips in & live
To derive pleasures of life
From the little miniatures
That surrounds us
That is the true blessings
To lean on.
© Ila Varma 27-08-2016.
Image: All Rights Reserved of Ila Varma.
Written for the post of Daily Prompts Miniature, Poets United Midweek Motif, Prompt 138, Wordle 262, and Whirligig 73.
6 replies on “Count Your Blessings”
Beautiful poem ! We must count our blessings instead of worrying about things we don't have .
Exactly, Thanks for stopping by
I agree wholeheartedly.
Thanks
aww…the poem lifts my mood too…
Thanks a lot.