Cupful (Poem)✍✍
We all have desires of different shapes, sizes, and textures, and these desires tend to affect our reason for living;
If these desires are purged by springs void of freshwaters, it's disheartening how we may live our lives aiming odd.
We all want to have a taste of wealth and fame and wealth again,
And this desire seems to be equal among us;
But if only we can all be satisfied with a cupful of them, then everyone will have enough even surplus for areas to come.
The cupfuls may be regarded as an unsatisfying experience, but that also emerges from our perception of extravagance;
And we realize that we strife too much to attain too much, the question is. "Shall we ever really be satisfied?"
Today profited us so much but the much wasn't much enough,
We aim at a tomorrow of a more productive much, and the routine goes on and on and on because it never ends,
A cupful isn't enough, we all want to gain the whole world first.
Cupfuls.