Why is it so that, to be
satisfied about a whole
lot of things, it leaves both us
and others so greatly
dissatisfied and, further,
takes a thorough review of
what we followed and where
we missed out in a mission
that should have taken us,
and so many others tied to
our destinies, to heights new
and never before touched
by anybody dedicated to the
cause of universal progress
and prosperity and security
and happiness, without any
conscious lapse, and that is
a point that points to more
things to come to take us
to where our universal
satisfaction ensured shall lie,
and sections left out so far
shall stand to gain from our
concern and contribution at
a stage of our endeavour
where we look immensely
pleased and satisfied?
