It is  pitch dark
The sea is roaring and screeching
The waves break in the rocks and rift
The sky bears no luminaries
The Moon hides in the dark cloud
A thunderstorm accompanied by lightning
Flashes revealed the agony of losses. 

       After every death, there arises litigation
       An arraign of greed, to grab the material 
       Someone held by sweat and blood
       What an irony, can't relate to a sensible mind.

When we bid goodbye
We are helpless to take anything 
But still, we are battling
To our near and dear.

     Someone placed in a better position 
    Someone blessed with good metier
    The envious mind wishes to inflict misfortune 
    Derives pain from what others have
     Became a victim of bad luck.

The little star in the  clouds
Seeks a promise 
      Get rid of the habit of comparison
      Get rid of the malice that bars pleasure
      Envy and hatred are sicknesses 
     Strike it from the heart.

When truckloads of jealousy visits
Shut down the doors of the soul
Never be rebellious and jeopardy
Enjoy the nectar of sweet relations
The gift of loving humans
Correct the thought pattern
And count the blessings, 
Find the mesmerizing vistas
The hidden gems of Happiness 
     The starlit sky is colorful and vast
      The sea is wailing and booming
       Up above, the umbrella protects and consoles.

Contributing Writer & Poet, Art Of How To,

Retired Finance Officer, Kerala State Electricity Board

Daydreamer, Traveller, Freelance Writer

Home Chef, Mother & Wife

An over-thinker who finds solace in the cathartic effect of writing.

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