No Oscar’s, No Grammy’s Needed


Does the sun gets credit
for the light, energy, and hope
it merits?

Does the rain gets reward
for watering the farms, the fields and the meadows–
why is appreciation so at large?

Do people hoard cynicism in their pantries?
‘Cause it is taking so much space
for gummy bears and candies.

Harsh is the short definition of reality–
impoverished of kindness
and nobility.

Every NICU is a source,
a spot
for inherent blind spots.

But if best
is vested
to a God given purpose,
no Oscar’s
nor Grammy’s
neither Nobel
is needed–
keep the applause.

‘Cause you would need it
to argue for your cause.