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🙌🌿Count Your Blessings!🌿🙌
A new dawn, again a new day,
An old man sitting on a bench
near that old buzzing crossway,
Observing, smiling and thinking
Like an old monk does chant and pray,
While hundreds and thousands
People just come and go away,
Slow, fast, hasty, shy and calm,
Short or tall, all make their way,
Their limbs and steps do matter,
In their respective lives, day to day,
Observing and counting their steps,
A complaint, he doesn’t make or say,
As the dusk falls, taking his crutches,
The old man simply walks away!
🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺
ALWAYS COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
—Vijay Kumar
© Truly Chambyal
An old man sitting on a bench
near that old buzzing crossway,
Observing, smiling and thinking
Like an old monk does chant and pray,
While hundreds and thousands
People just come and go away,
Slow, fast, hasty, shy and calm,
Short or tall, all make their way,
Their limbs and steps do matter,
In their respective lives, day to day,
Observing and counting their steps,
A complaint, he doesn’t make or say,
As the dusk falls, taking his crutches,
The old man simply walks away!
🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺
ALWAYS COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS
—Vijay Kumar
© Truly Chambyal
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