That shimmers at the horizon, also dreaming to find a panacea
Its prying eyes with lust and wanderlust,
Of all it can with sedulous premedtation
For all those wishes that starts to emanate
With a sprinkle of water, the weeds germinate
Being unaware of what will ultimately yield ?
Nurturing ambitious thoughts within the shield
Damn it, have you set a limit for those mortal aims ?
I answered yes, ultimately there are few claims
“To rule out selecting elite among, I comment
The ones that give you a genuine Contentment.”
- Subby
