How Privileged is I
by Aravind Ramesh

Blue skies of yore,
In my remembrances,
Still, thick and alive,
Like my nursery rhymes.
Friends,acquaintances,
And scores of affable kin,
Came in opulence-
Left in hasty hurry,
My life, it traversed,
Through tepid experiences,
And along knavish paths,
Thwarting sinister walls,
Misery, penury, desolation,
Dismay, distress and catastrophe,
May befall on me,
In the mysterious morrow,
Name and life of exaltation,
I may get or I mayn't,
Of fate and fortune,
Ceased I to worry,
Glimpse of insane people,
And men in pairs of crutches,
Makes me think in bewilderment,
"How privileged is I." 

© 2003