Poems

Selfishness is a gambling game...!

If only I was selfish, every star could be mine, 

but without a sky, would they still shine?

If only I was selfish, I could capture butterflies,

but what remains of their beauty, if they cannot fly?

               Being selfish is a gambling game, 

               loss is greater, for a little gain.

               With possessive venom up my vein,

               limitless things I can obtain;

               though what use of such possessions,

               if their potential is not sustained...?

 By closing our fist, things that we miss;

 liberate the bird, and feel the bliss.

 Smile with soaked eyes, and wave a good bye;

 It may not be yours, but u gave it a try.

                The joy of its touch, turned your life gold,

                Generosity is a quality that belongs to a bold.

                Firm are their Faiths...for whom this fortune is told,

                better is approaching fast, only being kept on hold.

The point is not to make it mine, 

I shall be fine, as long as it shines.

Today, let us stand with an open fist,

and applaud ourselves for not being selfish.

~ Zarna Shah, 2011