ENVY

When alive,he longs for death,
And in the arms of demise,a man envies life.

In a company, he prays for solitude,
And alone , he envies the gathering.

In peace , he longs for war,
And in no man's land , a general envies armistice.

When content, he longs for gloom,
And depressed , he envies the smile.

When making the hay , he longs for rest,
And while laying down, a man envies exertion.

Performing an act, he longs to write one,
And while composing, he envies the act.

When away, he longs for home,
And in his nest, he envies being far away.

At the foothill, he longs for the peak,
And at the paramount, he envies the foothill.

In a library , he longs for noise,
And in noise, he envies tranquillity.

Being a saint, he longs to sin,
And in the company of devils, he envies virtue.

Being a toddler, he longs for youth,
And in ripe age, he envies being a child.

Getting affection, he tries to flee,
And neglected, he envies attention.

When advancing, he longs to retreat,
And in retreat, he envies progression.

While pondering, he longs not to think,
And not thinking, he envies headache.

Being stupid, he never longs for wisdom,
And being wise, he envies stupidity.

Being a spy , he gathers knowledge,
And being spied on, he envies the spy.

While in flight, he longs to walk,
And on land, he envies the bird.

Being a critic, he assesses people,
And being assessed, he envies the critic.

When in full health, he longs for wounds,
Wounded to death, he envies health.

Sitting idle, he longs to write,
And while drafting,he envies rest.

Osama Yousuf
27/3/2014