When we desire,
To reach higher,
To want more, and to acquire.
We raise our expectations,
We raise the bar,
We try hard to cross the bar,
But neither we reach, nor are we at par.
In one more page of life,
We are penning friction and strife,
We are sketching sadness,
In the lookout for happiness.
We think, happiness is elusive,
Looking for it in the outer,
Little do we realize,
It’s neatly stacked in the inner.
If you want to be in the good books of life,
Pen down contentment and peace,
Aim for desires, which you can reach with grace,
Satisfaction, happiness, you’ll surely find, with ease.
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