Posted in Life, New, Poetry


6:07 PM
Unable to appreciate
The minute details
That life has offered
In this humongous world.
Always sour graping
 Belittling everything
It is as if
That existence has no meaning.
Could not accept the fact
That there are people in this land
Who live a life
Free of gripe.
It is the nature of this being
To grouchily respond
To what make other people happy
Thinking that the scenario is bland.
If one can’t clearly see
The way to seventh heaven
It is a pity that a lot of opportunity
This person may be missing.

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