Some thing always bothered me.
Like posh homes
of others that is,
And numerous other botheration.
But the classes I attended.
Made me focus on me.
What do I really want,
My real goal.
If I really ached for richness,
I would have minted enough by now,
Why didn’t I then?
My goal was never prosperity in notes
But prosperity of soul..
My aim was always self realisation,
So who was the interloper.
No one but me.
From my eyes everyone else was better
But I had to make myself better,
Compare I had to,
But not with others
But with me,
And with this I conclude this series.