Saturday, 31 August 2013


Sometimes I wonder what a privileged life I have.

I can go to bed at night
And not worry about dying of a cruise missile
Fired by a humanitarian Nobel Prize winner
Before morning.

I can go to the grocer
Without being on the lookout for a car bomb
That might blow my world apart.

I can talk to friends on the street
Without a drone blowing us away
As suspected terrorists.

I can say what I think

Without having my head cut off because I have some kind of label

Some -ist or -ite, that someone stuck on me.

These are rare luxuries
Freedoms more precious than gold and diamonds
Or being able to watch celebrities on TV.

Lucky me. 

Copyright B Purkayastha 2013


  1. Yeah, Bill. Lucky you and all the rest of us.

  2. I wish I could say I feel lucky, but I don't. Disrespect for any life is disrespect for all life. I am unhappy that dissent should be a cause for murder and that those I would consider my friends are classified as my enemies by those who are in power.

  3. Yes, you are really lucky. Am also lucky.


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