Taken For Granted?

LOL !!! This was my first attempt at writing a poem...well, I should say second attempt...as the one and only one that I wrote was during my college days for my best friend...! Now you are my mentor for writing poems !!! Guruji, my pranams :-D :-D ...I guess I understood the poetic advice faster, because you make it sound so simpler, and down-to-earth

And thank you Vijima for a very quick Like

 

No more comments from me, I say,
For the other posters will come and tell hey!
Why are you hijacking RGS's post,
Rather than being a silent ghost!!!

:-D :-D :-D

 

Rgs,

A poignant pondering and a timely one.

We live in the society where people don't bother to know their neighbours forget the newspaper boys, the maids and the milk man.

this morning when i was walking around our apartments, i saw the regular newspaper boy training a 10 year old and did ask him why is this small boy coming to deliver paper, and he told me that the boy wanted to share the family burden, and delivering newspaper around the area before school was easy on him. and as you say the kids are so prompt and deliver the paper by 5.45 everyday.

I am happy that i have not taken them for granted. i know my newspaper agent, the delivery boy which school he goes. my maid and her family, her medical history. the same goes to the boy who comes home from the orphanage once in two months.

the delivery boy from the super market, the billing clerks in the market (infact they enquired about me once i went there after a month long hiatus:bowdown..)

I believe it takes just a smile, to reach out to them,you get a place in their hearts,even though they remain invisible. you build bridges with a hello or a smile.

thanks for making me retrospect myself..surprisingly i have been good atleast in this aspect, everybody has a reason to be in my life, be it my maid, my milkman, paper walah or the vendors on the roadside..:cheers

 

A post which really made me think and think and think as to when was the last time I thanked or appreciated my brain, heart, hands, fingers, foot, etc...for all the hard work they have been doing everyday/night from the time born, to make me to be whom I am.

With gratitude Sir!

 

Ha ! I was wondering at the absence of a poem in the end. Guess I was too quick to respond.. even before you finished your post ? hahaha

Wow! Thats too quick Mindi. Thanks a lot for your first and fast feedback.

And pranams to your father.

I lost my father slightly more than a year back, RGS but not a single day goes by without me thinking of him.Now i think i should just practice his good habits..atleast it will do me good