Love Thyself Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I was feeling low and dry,
Brooding on my fate wry.
Suddenly saw a woman stunning,
Passing with a smile dazzling.
Walking she hobble down aisle,
Oh, God! She has one leg and a crutch,
Oh, God! Forgive me, I have two.

Lashed by agonizing heat,
I rushed to cool my parched throat,
Jumped and broke the queue,
Contented and happy, offered a few coins,
To the man pumping the hand-pump,
Shaken and dismayed as he has no hand,
Oh, God! Forgive me, I have two.

I was tearing to see the dark around,
Rushed to buy some candle bound.
The lad gladly talked and sold,
Unmindful of the fearful dark fold.
Left light and happy for words kind,
But said he, I sell light but I am blind.
Oh, God! Forgive me I can see and have two eyes.

Back home, saw a street child,
Others play but he stood and gazed,
I stopped and asked, "Why don't you play"
Lost and looked ahead with a smile,
I know not; he was deaf and dumb;
Hence couldn't speak and hear;
Oh, God! Forgive me, I have a tongue and two ears.

With legs and feet to bear my load,
With hands to act with my will,
With eyes to enjoy beauty and dawn's glow,
With ears to hear all the hymns,
Blessed indeed to face all the shows,
World is always otherwise, ignores inner self,
Bringing all our tears and sighs, we live in mask,
Oh, God! Forgive me I lost my self for a while.