Envious Mites

 Sailing in the glory 

Of high tide.

Away from pride

Joyously she rides

The ship of her life.

Unknowingly and unwittingly

Came the pseudo sparks 

To Kindle her hopping heart.

Who knew

They all were envious mites

Covetous of her enthralling heights?

Empty and broken

Yet, she moved on unabated,

Without a halt.

As hard as sea salt

Distant from envy hearts

She moved on and on and on.....

The greenish envious mites

 Are not a threat now.

Still the joyous life she rides

The joyous life she rides.