The Art Of Losing

 With long weary steps

 I climbed up the hill

The track was extreme

 Tears began to spill

Asked people how

And teach them the skill

My grin was deceiving

With thousand gaps to fill

Searching for the secrets 

My misty eyes burned

Couldn’t keep the precious

How hard I yearned

When I lost the ones

Which were beyond any price

Evaded my ownership

On things which entice

‘The art of losing’

Is all I learned

Happiness in empty hands 

Is what I earned

I lost all my fears

Worries and concerns

To gain such wisdom

 I learned to unlearn

Content and peace

Now lay along my mind

Dig a little deeper

Good things take time