Little things don’t make me happy
Things not Grand make me so snappy
I care about nothing less than Me
It doesn’t even matter to me who’s he
Everything big, fat and visible
Ostensibly grand but not divisible
I wish to own a one or more
fit enough to engage and allure
Screaming desires haunt my ego
life’s a waste if lived incognito
Nothing less than Grand will do
Am I or I am Greedy says Who ?
Please see, only the pretentious assure
Simple is not equal to happy anymore
Entire being goes into accumulation
Transgressing the path of renunciation
Written by
Shilpi C. Sinha
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