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A Life Taken For Granted

By Moiz Poonawala


Ask a starving man , the true worth of bread

A pauper yearns , a piece of cloth bare-thread


A beggar salvages and saves alms everyday

The mute wish the value of speech they could portray


The blind would trade a thousand nights,  

To once see all of nature's wondrous sights.


The homeless weep and pray for a broken leaking hut ,

Wealthy men in mansions , lose peace and sleep to glut !


A blind man stumbles , in a dark perennial night ,

A crippled youth despairs, that his ailing limbs may show some might!


A sailor's feet yearn for the touch and smell of earth,

The childless pray for a miraculous birth


An innocent prisoner craves ,

a breath of air free and fair,

Somewhere an orphan whimpers and weeps ,

yearning his parents tender loving care !


The gentle dawn wakes us with soft morning light ,

we stir awake , eyes full of dreams so bright

We wake up healthy, nimble and full of might

Yet simple blessings fade from our ungrateful sight !


A roof we have above our heads

A shelter complete with warm cozy beds

A table set , blessed with our daily bread

A friendship that weathered over the long hard years ,

Quiet moments of peace , void of stress or fears .

Laughter shared with loved ones near and dear

Simple joys that gave back colossal cheer !

A strangers smile , a quiet helping hand

fleeting moments escape our hands like flowing sand


Yet , the most trivial things we crave, mourn and miss

Often overlooking life's bounties ,so full of bliss

The truth is , those who have never had ,

Show life's not always rosy,

It can be harsh, cruel and sad !


By Moiz Poonawala

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Rabi Das
Rabi Das
Dec 31, 2025
Rated 4 out of 5 stars.

The poem has beautifully described the essence of gratitude.

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Harhini Saravanan
Harhini Saravanan
Dec 28, 2025
Rated 4 out of 5 stars.

The sudden epiphany of how rich I am, having everything I need, even if I don't have everything I want. Eternally GRATEFUL!

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Harhini Saravanan
Harhini Saravanan
Dec 27, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The real worth of a particular things depends on the person who yearns for it. This makes me realise how rich I am, not by monetary wealth but by essential needs. That is even a luxury for many people out there.

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Pragadish Praga
Pragadish Praga
Dec 26, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

It is true that the value of a thing depends on whom it reaches. We need to appreciate what we have more than we blame about what we don't have. A little appreciation would do!

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Debi Das
Debi Das
Dec 26, 2025
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

The essence of this poetry is truly amazing. The words are too amazing to make the scenes lively and pure.

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