Quality of life is everybody’s concern,
Whatever be the money you earn,
All of us seek peace and tranquility,
That’s what possibly defines quality,
Defining words are sufficiently vague,
But that’s the cream of the cake,
To the haves material do not make a sense,
But to the have-nots that’s all the essence,
It is this intrinsic contradiction,
That makes life difficult,
We all seem to lack bit of quality,
Even when nobody is at fault.
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