Invisible Blessings Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

INVISIBLE BLESSINGS

By Freeyad Ibrahim

We only know grace after we lose it
We often have treasures without knowing
Treasures known only to the needy
The treasures we have got
Are hidden from our eyes
After we see a condition
Far worse than ours
Just then we realise
We are rich
and possess a tremendous treasure

One poor man said:
I was crying
Because I was walking
Barefoot
But I stopped crying
When I saw a man
Without feet
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Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen

FRYAD HUGO
Writer
Heerenveen