Its Me! ! ! ! Poem by pooja mehta shah

i was really upset while writing this.........

what is lost?
what is achieved?
what is desired?
what is expected?
nothing, nothing, nothing:
nothing at all.
when spoken, when silent,
something always remains triumphant; ;
that is never known to human,
so i try to find it.
it's always one's own fault.
to expect more than deserved:
but nature always makes a balance
and makes our mind and heart stabilize
thus making the equilibrium well balanced
and making ourselves happy in our own rejoicing way...