Shankaran Kutty

Gold Star - 5,318 Points (1st November / Alleppey)

Seven Deadly Sins - Envy - Poem by Shankaran Kutty

I envy the birds that fly up in the sky
For daily can they soar in the clouds
And over the hills and vales
And watch the little stream flowing by

I envy the bee that each day
Hops from a pretty flower to another
For each tiny drop of nectar they drink
For the sweet fragrance that comes their way

I envy the little child in its mother’s arms
Of the morrow, nay, the next instant
It has no thoughts or worries, yet
When hungry can cry without any qualms

I envy those little rocks by the shore
That can enjoy the waves crash each time
And watch the tide come in and out
Yet keep happily wanting ever more

I envy those who can croon
For though music fills my heart
And soothes my frayed emotions
I still can’t sing a tune

I envy the poet who can
Paint a canvas with his pen
When I struggle to find a single word
And despair, as a poet, an also ran

I envy those families, with love
Stay together through laughter and tears
That togetherness is certainly a gift
Given by the Gods above

I envy those happy souls around
Who have no wealth, no retirement
Yet in that drudgery, daily toil
A lot of happiness they have found

I envy those without envy
Thankful with what they have got
Not pine for what they haven’t
Which is what I do, envious me.!

Topic(s) of this poem: sin


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Final poem in my series on the Seven Deadly sins. The last and final sin is Envy

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 13, 2015



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