Incomplete

We are never complete on the whole,

always crave to have some more.

If we have an inch, we wish for a yard.

Small is the garden, yearn for an orchard.

A man with home needs a big house,

Computer with a keyboard, yet needs a mouse.

Lack ability to take responsibility, still need a spouse.

Filthy is the person, expects others to be douce.

When we reach the sky, we want the stars.

While swimming in the ocean , we want to go far.

We aren’t even satisfied of having a luxurious car.

In repeat mode people consume in the bar.

Smart phone for normal, and i phone for formal .

Tommy for local and gucci for vocal.

The better we have , the best we want.

We are never replete, nor we have enough to flaunt.

Then we feel,

We by no means are favoured by luck,

We, ourselves are to be blamed, for this state of shock.

Assuming we have abundance , at every hour of the clock,

Can lead us to felicity, completeness, a placid walk.