Looking Beyond the Mist

I settle to observe so far the things that are still vague n hazy
Numerous happening in our life having no meaning apparently
Still nothing is meaningless I presume may be obscuring infinitely
In our haste of surging ahead we tend to ignore them
Considering them insignificant and inconsequential
Those tiny small bits of sentimental proposals, so precious,
Remain uncared, unnoticed and disregarded as veracious
As we continue being obstinate, unmoved and unconcerned…
Till we find missing them, we don’t recognize their values.
Countless faces we notice during our daily movement ahead
Ambling to come near us with indigence written in their eyes
But restricting ourselves to be more inquisitive to trace
We nudge on swiftly, apathetically glancing them with disgrace
Ignoring the aspiration and desires looming on their face

God has bestowed fortunes, fame and resources to us benignly.
He wants us to be more compassionate and caring in return
But how many of us feel about being fortunate as we are?
Never could visualize His benign ness with gratitude
Instead we consider the worldly gain we have, as our feat
Believing us to be happy disdainfully making merry for the treat
We move on and on contemptuously never to retreat
Unabashed, undaunted about our deed in our solo proceeding
We miss the splinters of happiness we left behind the haze
Shall we ever care to gather those vital fragments of life?
Shall we ever entail to share together, the happiness we enjoy?
For those wondering eyes looking inquisitively with trace of hope…
Shall we ever consider gazing beyond, tearing the mist