So much for some while so little for many,
Fairly assesses the unfairness of life.
Value of what is ours is hardly any,
While over valuing the absent is rife.
Till the day we acquire the unavailable,
It is marked as precious, as a goal.
Price tags which are marked on each saleable,
Can best depict how we treat the world as a whole.
As soon as it becomes one of our possessions,
Its value just like a tag is reduced to dust.
In each one’s mind it will be a confession,
Unvalued’s value is like an iron on rust.
Value everything for it is a must.