Satisfaction

One  fine night,

Sitting in the moonlight,

With a cool zephyr at a distant height

I pondered over-under the glimmering sky.

Looking back to the olden days,

People were so generous and all so gay;

With winsome personalities and ingenuous hearts

though superstitious, yet so sagacious and smart

With no wily insights and wistful desires,

No visage of nemesis they ever aspire,

having a verve for everything they do in their vernacular style,

they had a veneer of sweetness and an unsophisticated smile,

having no pretense or affected mannerism,

there was no mark of any terrorism.

Every morning seemed so vivacious,

I wondered what made them so animatious.

ingrained in their own serenity,

they used to greet each other so amicably.

in spite of all the hardships they underwent,

what actuated them to never bent.

that time was not about you and me;

all they know was we,

they had all the time;

to live, to love and to smile,

to celebrate the spring,

to enjoy high swing;

to dance in rain,

to mollycoddle others in pain;

to lie in their farms,

to cherish the evenings with calm;

to worship and venerate god,

at all times good or odd...!!

what patience they used to possess,

something we did not inherit.

they were not living like us,

neither were they surviving in a fuss.

we people never mused where our soul actually lies,

to which utopia we want to fly;

being so insane and fool,

running in the race to be a tycoon;

We have almost forgotten to be calm or cool.

vapid morning and vociferous routine have become our wont,

is that something we are in this world for,

what is that  we want more,

what is that we all have in our mind,

still, we ppl can never find,

because there is no limit to our desires,

to sum up in one word its the 'satisfaction' we all are looking for and aspire.