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 visualisations myriad,
springing from each soul
in the quest for becoming whole?

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