Shelling the Crust
So many times I wonder
Why people fight over trivial matters
Is it because they need to be focused? or
Is it because they need to be believed?
Is this called the Egotism
Which makes everybody unhappy?
People spend all their precious time
Searching to be happy
Spend fortunes going from place to place
By land, by sea, by air and
Sometimes to outer space by rockets
Searching for a place to be happier
Sometimes I wonder how
People have least possession
Seems much happier than
The people with things plentiful
I wonder for example
The vagabonds who is here today
May not be there, tomorrow morning,
Are merrier than the people with possession
They dance, they sing
In rainy, sunny or windy day
If they can’t find food, eat a rat instead
Care less whatever comes their way tomorrow
Is it because they have shelled out
The thick crust of egotism we treasure so much,
Am I saying that we all should turn to
Someone, like a Vagabond?
Or am I asking how well we could be
Happier than what we are now?
What do we fight for?
Religion, cast, creed or power
Or for not having enough
We search, search, search…
Search for Love,
Search for fame,
Search for acceptance
War within ourselves
When can we stop this war?
Is Shelling the Crust the answer?
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