Complain

I have seen people born with all the privileges,

and yet they have a complain,

For them the comforts of life,

are never enough to survive,

They have never spent a day without food,

but always complain about the taste of their meal,

they have the closets full of clothes and accessories,

Yet they have an excuse to buy a new dress in fashion.

Those people never value the big house they live in,

Everytime only complain about the color of the curtains.

Life is so small to waste and cry for the pains,

Whenever you complain next time about all your comforts.

Just think once about the father

who is worried about his children's next meal,

Think about the family waiting under the shed for the rain to stop,

A helpless child working in a factory to study in a night school.

Every step of life is a lesson for all of us,

Complains have no end but once we decide to stay satisfied,

We will realize that every breath is meant to be obliged.