Privileges

I couldn't see the tears in his eyes,
when I said how salty my food was
because his source of salt were his tears
and alas ! He was content

I couldn't feel the pain in his hurting toes
when I said how bad it felt to commute standing,
because his feet had grown, but his shoes were old
and alas ! He stood tall

I couldn't understand why he kept his head down,
when I said I was tired holding up the gaze to my drinks,
because, he wanted to sleep, but didn't have a home to go to,
and alas ! He rested well

And then I looked in the mirror,
For Privileges are often invisible,
there are no reflections of it.

I still was immersed in why I deserved more,
just because I was used to it.
And then, he walked away.