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Jealousy.

Why is it
that we humans frown
when we see 
a fellow human in a crown ?

Are those our insecurities
Or our mighty fears,
Or simply a desire
to have what they hold dear ?

Why does a smile
ignite fumes,
when it is simply
trying to perfume
the garden outside,
since the inner one is in doom ?

What is this struggle
to show appreciation
yet feel overwhelmed,
with all the incoming beauty,
which is merely a strand ?

What are these perceptions
of feeling the lack,
which was never
anyone else's snack ?

Why take things just to own,
to feel that finally you hone
the skill of survival
and that of fight,
when we are just a speck
in the expanse of night ?

What if we were shown
the visualizations myriad,
springing from each soul
in the quest of becoming whole ?

What is this completeness
after which we run,
are we sure that
acquiring it would be fun ?

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