Precious
Hunger to mingle
laugh with ease
increase increase
difficult to control.
To be among people
To be among people
watch ,argue,feel
get angry, be sad
wishing for all that.
Lives in comfort
Lives in comfort
being mentally a pauper
By world, should be happy
but not at all.
If comforts bring happiness
If comforts bring happiness
why does it play as a mirage
just being in front of me
not attainable..
What is precious, dear tell me,
happiness or comforts?
5 comments:
There really is a hunger in this poem, so many feelings, and the conflict between our happiness and attaining comforts. I love 'mentally a pauper'. A wonderful poem Rashmi, and I would say happiness every time! :o)
This poem speaks volumes! Made me a little sad:(
Our dreams give us hope and that hope is what keeps us going sometimes. There is different hunger here.
Longing for, wants, not needs and you (the writer) are voicing the difference.
Lovely.
A wonderful poem about inner hunger, which so many of us try to feed with outer things. So well done and very apropos, in a world where hunger seems insatiable.
This post about enscribed poetry is amazingly exuberant. I adore poetry. Another site i frequent a bucket load is i think named Poetry-of the-day.com ..
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