Some find it in acquiring wealth,
Some in being pink of their health,
Some in making other’s day,
Some in doing things their own way,
It’s a language so universal,
Matters more than just survival,
Everyone strives to reach the mirage,
Putting that enigma under a gauge,
That minting money is the only route,
To the everlasting glorious feat,
Of attaining the conditioned way of life,
Owning acres and gems, name and fame.
Only to realize later when it’s too late,
That all that glitters is not gold.
It’s the trick of the mind that’s so clouded,
With the fake imagery of currency leaves,
That despite knowing the fact,
That all that matters is contentment,
One doesn’t really want to realize,
That happiness is in your own hands,
You don’t get it by acquiring lands.
It’s inside you if you want to be truly,
Just be thankful to the almighty,
For every single moment you’re gifted,
To live and enjoy to the fullest.