In the midst of

In the midst of

Unrest incomplete
In the midst of
Wealth, health aplenty
I threw it away and was empty
Searched for it with unspeakable pain
In the vault in the loft from brain to brain!

In the midst of

Dirt and dust
I found the jewel in its throne unhurt
Lying in the drain for quite some time
Didn’t get washed somehow as slime!

In the midst of profit and gain

I threw it of me, thought was gone
Found it again in the trench of my lawn
Shining at me smiling sans cesse
Picking it again and going through stress!

I looked at it close a little from above

I took it in me was complete with love!



The poem urges readers to pause and think of something they have thrown away in disbelief. And now, in the midst of broken values and sheer lovelessness, that something seems to be missing the most.
If the intelligent minds could think, many fools could be saved. The Earth is the biggest fool.