ENVY

Panting for breath, a mortal soul,

Torn apart in dilemma, noisy and cold;

The right thing to do, says a voice unseen,

Is to let it go, to be honoured in esteem;

Trust and faith are virtues immense,

Hold on to them with courage and sense.

What courage? What sense

When the heart cries out in innocence?

A color of life never seen before

Enters a land serene and pure;

Butterflies and flowers dance in joy,

Birds and trees forget to be coy;

Unnoticed is the spirit that was the light,

Now wandering alone like a stray kite;

To gather specks of the delight that surrounds,

Specks they are and nothing more!

The warmth of love cannot console

An envious heart, it has no goal;

All answers known, all facts told,

Yet questions swarm like honeybees bold;

Like a whirlpool swirls a stream of thoughts,

Perfection defined in a small man's world;

A feeling suppressed in the humble few,

A bitter pill for us to chew;

Deaf and dumb, a silent streak,

Present in the minds of the bold and the meek.