Lucky Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

You look at meand get jealous.
I dont know why.
You have bot got my life, its a mess.
Problems galore, like a man afloat.
treading water pe day.

Jealous of me for I drive a car.
Its a wreck and reflect myslef.
i have no children or house to call my own.
Nor do I have luxuries that you can afford.

Now look at yourself.
Count you lucky stars.
That fate cast you a lucky path.
I wont see
Some time soon.

Be grateful for what you are given.
Instead of pettiness driven.


I Siddiqi 114.02.09