Wishful Alms

As being we seek
The avarice of human passion
The more is less
The lesser is the greed for more
Complacent if ever…
For a moment
Or a nano second
Other needs evoke…
Lust for power, money and fame.

The need is a cycle…
Above food, shelter and cloths
Above love and physical fervor
An obsession of a mind
An infatuation of a heart
The zeal for godliness
That creates eccentricities
The better going for the best
Then the best going for worse.

The cycle breaks…
Into a fatal chain
As the unwoven beads
Separate from a string
Every caricature laughs at one another
The pun is they shy away
Looking at mirror image of themselves
Their fascination and fixation
Nurtures with every defeat.

As everything is inundated
With every gamble
As a dying hope
Enkindles for a drunken
We are too intoxicated…
To care about how much we lost
Or we staked everything
Life, health and sanity
And everlasting bonding.

Wishful alms are from God
People who seek solace in spirituality
They know that this too churns into…
Money, power and fame
I heard God laughing!