We want what ‘they’ have,
Chasing dreams on the other side.
Pots of gold at the end of the mirage,
Just beyond our fingertips.
We play the victim, blame the heavens,
Must be somebody’s fault – not ours.
We keep adding up our many troubles,
Accusing fate for our mediocre lot.
Find riches in simple things.
Engulf yourself in the comfort on those you love,
Let your spirit soar with grateful reflection,
And bask in the glow of life’s many blessings.
About Hemant Rustogi