Oh what a great day
it would be
when I touch and I feel
my happiness, my true bliss
The day I realize what I have
not what I dream…

It’s not the gold, not the gems
the treasure’s in me
my happy soul
Some sponge like inward powers
sponge that filters the negative
and leaves me pure…

It’s not the fancy stuff
no expensive high heels
it’s reachable, however far
I want to catch myself
singing beneath the stars…
be simply rich?

Write a poem, do a power jog
read a book, chase a butterfly
Enriched choices, a happy fate
why rather cry and why crib
why make an easy path
a complex maze?

A walk on the beach by myself
I feel the breeze on my face
my lonely footprints on sand
Alone, without a trace
a world stretched before my eyes
a horizon that I’ve never met…

Feelings, emotions, my pen or pain?
trash or treasure how do I measure?
Time to undo some painful ties
clear them, release them, open my eyes
unshroud my strengths
God let me rise!!!

– Anoop Kaur Babra