We brood on what from our lives is missing,
And for it just go on God dissing!
When we go on committing follies at this rate,
We do nothing but seal our own fate!
The one thing missing from our life makes us so sore
That to happiness and peace we show the door!
Our flawed nature is such
That the abundance we have does not mean much,
To the missing tile syndrome we fall a prey,
Because of one missing tile the whole bright wall to us looks insipid and grey!
Thus, abundance into inadequacy we turn,
And disquiet and restlessness for ourselves earn!
This way our follies we compound,
And without any reason the theory of dissatisfaction propound!
Arun Bhagat
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