Buildings with paint peel off…….

I Am Happy, Yet I Wonder

In the fading paint of buildings,
weathered by seasons,
scraped by rain and years,
flakes fall quietly to the ground.
I wonder not why walls decay,
but why beauty costs so much
to restore again.

In crowded traffic,
where red lights glow like ignored warnings,
everyone rushes forward —
bikes roaring, cars swallowing distance,
hands shifting gears for speed,
eyes fixed only on arrival.
I am glad people value time,
yet I fear the price
may be a life losing control.

In the minds of people
I see not foolishness, but hunger —
the hunger to survive,
to earn,
to become something more.
Small shops bloom beside small shops:
tea stalls, groceries, cloth stores,
paan, cigarettes, liquor, food.
Every hand tries something.
Every dream searches for profit.
What people need is not mockery,
but guidance,
and laws kind enough
to let them rest.

I see villages changing,
towns rising like young cities,
roads stretching where silence once lived.
Fields are no longer forgotten.
Yet still I see men pulling rickshaws,
sweating beneath another man’s comfort.
And somehow,
they still carry pride —
because they can feed themselves,
stand on their own feet,
and call their struggle a life.

If not through taxes,
then through kindness
we must build our surroundings —
better roads,
better living,
better chances for those
who can rise with a little help.

Small or big,
do what you can.
After all,
every person alive
is only trying
to reach a good life.

-Jessy Jacob.