What do I see?

Artist – Anastasia Elias

There, I saw something in his hands,

Which I didn’t have in my toy stands,

Immediately I yearned for it,

Fought, stood obstinate, cried over it,

Later, I saw him happily play with his siblings,

Wanting one was one of my constant grumblings,

Just when I thought,

I had everything, I was now fraught.

His cheer and smile was all that I could I see,

His tattered clothes, he doing odd chores after school with glee,

Wasn’t my cuppa tea,

Only then I realised,

I saw what I deemed convenient, stepping into another’s shoes, I never analysed,

Each one of us,

Has a story to tell, has a life to lead, saying thus,

A little bit of empathy, sans any fuss,

Would go a long way,

Render me with this thought, now and forever, here I pray.

137 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for running the challenge at Reena’s exploration challenge #101. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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