Poem by Anila Bukhar
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POEM BY ANILA BUKHAR, PAKISTAN
"I'm Grateful"
Why do we only set aside a single day,
To give thanks for blessings that come our way?
Why don't we celebrate Thanksgiving each morn,
And count our blessings as the day is born?
For in the simplest things, we find delight,
In the precious moments that make life bright.
If you can walk, oh what a blessing that is,
If you can eat, rejoice in the taste and bliss,
If you awaken to a new day's sun,
And breathe in the world, a gift for everyone.
For every beat of your heart, so caring and true,
Be grateful, for it's a blessing to pursue,
And let us embark on this new journey,
Where every moment is filled with gratitude's glee.
Give thanks for the cold breath, so cozy and sweet,
For the little things that make life complete,
And even for the pain, the wounds that run deep,
For they teach us lessons, and help us to keep.
So let's be grateful for those who have hurt,
For they've given us chances to express and assert,
And thanks to those who doubt and disbelieve,
Their hate fuels our fire, and helps us achieve.
Give thanks for the moon, the sun, and the stars,
For the passing days, the months, and the years,
For they bring us motivation and inspiration,
To count our blessings, with appreciation.
For without salt, food would be bland and bare,
And without sugar, a dessert would be rare,
So recognize the blessings you have in your hand,
And cherish each moment, as grains of sand.
I am grateful for parents, siblings, and kin,
For each passing day, for the life within,
For a body that's whole, a heart that's pure,
And a soul that seeks guidance, forever secure.
And above all, I am grateful for God's love,
A love that shines down from heaven above,
So let us live each day, with grateful hearts,
And spread the message, as gratitude imparts.
For in the tapestry of life, let gratitude be weaved.
Prepared for publication Lan Qyqalla
