Often I compare
Often I compare myself to others
Often I get these these thoughts.
Does autumn ever detest spring
Which is always adored
Or itself that it often falls?
Does Pluto ever asks
Why after being a planet
It's a dwarf?
Does a ship in the vastness of sea ever
Try to touch the wings of a plane
Embracing the sky?
Does rain ever wonder
Why after it's cry
Rainbow rise & people smile?
Does sun ever asks to stars
Why people gaze at them so mesmerized
While both burn but only they lighten up the night?
Does moon ever feel so smug
That it's compared to the most beautiful lover
Or secretly cries & slowly tries to hide itself bit by bit it's darkest scars?
Does black rose ever stare at the red one
To be in the garland of a lover or in her hair
Or loathes itself for being
A symbol of death & dark.
Does Tulsi ever feel jealous
to a money plant
Which slowly is replacing it
From people's patio and heart?
Often I've too many question
To ask or write
Often answering them myself
Often I adore fall, console a dwarf,
See meeting sea & sky
Often I hear laughs of rain with rainbow
Often I'm mesmerized by the warmth of sun & scars of moon,
Often I make a wrath of black rose & red one
Often I water Tulsi before money plant
And while comparing,
Often I forget my cries & your smile is the only thing that I want.