Look, other side of the river fertile,
Close up, you see sterile.
Around, the people are happy,
Dig inwards, you are sappy.
Look, other side of land greener,
Close up, you find wintry dry.
Neighbors, they’re affluent,
Introspect, you aren’t less opulent.
Look, other side of the valley tempting,
Close up, it’s a beauty deceiving.
Passers, they’re jubilant,
Search inwards, you aren’t less exhilarant.
Look, behind mountains they celebrate,
Close up, you see brawls exasperate.
Friends, they’re witty,
Count on self, you are crafty.
Look, the urbanites enjoy,
Close up, you see them unemployed.
Others, they’re vibrant,
Judge yourself, you aren’t less exuberant.
Look, things appear better off with others,
It’s you, who captures it so.
Mirror yourself high,
You aren’t less high.
PS: Composed just to update my Blog, it hasn’t shaped to label as poem per se.