Ungrateful

I wish I was born blind; I’d never see you smile.
I wish I was mute, for I say nothing worthwhile.
I wish I was born deaf; noise won’t bother me.
If I were truly heartless; perhaps I could just be.

I wish I was an orphan; I’d hurt no mother.
I wish I was stupid; then I would never suffer.
I wish I was you, where the grass is green.
For that I’d sell my soul and even my spleen.

I am none of these; that alone is true.
I’m ungrateful, because I am not with you.

~ Pramodh Iyer

Poet at https://theequilibriumoflife.wordpress.com

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