The Game of the Earth

Yesterday for the thing you were running,

Today that thing you are having.

But still, you are crying,

Because you are always comparing. 

All people are the same,

No one is better, no one is lame.

Every time you reach your dream,

Your expectations will arise and will give you a new aim.

In this way, you will be only running,

When will you enjoy the things you are having?

What you have is enough,

Don't make your life so tough.

You are running in a race,

Where you don't know whom to chase.

It's all because of your ever-growing urge,

The water you are sipping but unable to quench the thirst.

Thirst is no more of your throat,

Now it's of your thought.

Ignore it and get bliss,

Or else you will lose your mental peace.