Still I wake - a guest poem on Privilege by Angel Pushparaj Shetty

pic courtesy Zoshua Colah - Unsplash

 

Why do I complain and cry,
When I've got strength to reach the sky?
Why feel low or think I am less,
Just because life feels like a mess?

A little boy touched my feet,
Selling pens out on the street.
An old man, tired, in the heat,
Still smiled while selling rakhi's sweet.

An old woman, with the hands that shake,
Sells flowers early, stays awake.
Another cleans at a roadside place,
Yet holds the world with quiet grace.

And here I sit, safe and whole,
With food, with health, a peaceful soul.
So why should I compare or doubt,
When life has given me so much to shout?

Each struggle I face makes me strong,
Each step ahead proves I belong,
I may not have all I want today,
But I have enough to find my way.

So I’ll stop the blame, let go the fear,
Be proud of me, hold my dreams near.
Grateful heart, steady pace—
I will walk this path with love & grace

~ Angel Pushparaj Shetty

Angel is an 18yrs old poet who's studying BAMMC- Bachelor of Arts in Mass Media and Communication