Count His Blessings, Keep On Stepping
I, Ram, breathed in this world
In the town once ruled by Lord Krishna
Ever since I have counted his blessings
And with His grace have kept on stepping.
Though born in a family of a teacher
Received all the attention from my parents
That encouraged me to be in the noblest profession.
Culminating into D.Litt. from the most respected
Organization, World Congress of poets (UNO)
At Los Angeles, an undreamt honor so far.
Once I had been attacked by Cancer in 1994
But it was totally cured with clean health.
Cancer came to cancel me but I cancelled cancer.
Lord, has given me healthy body never to
Bother how many medicine tablets to be taken.
And freedom to take care of my passions I love
Other things being looked after by my children.
At 80, all my senses are active and quite in command
Traveled over four continents and still to travel but
Ready and waiting to leave any time, if my Lord desires
With no unsolved Karmic problems un-ruptured,
But with atonement, ready to be judged by Him
I wait but still keep on stepping, counting his blessings.
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September 7, 2014
Form: Narrative
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Keep It Real by Skat-A
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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