TAPESTRY

We look with our eyes, but cannot comprehend

Where, our tapestry starts and where it will end

  

Like actors on stage, our tapestries as background        

We perform life’s role, as our designs are unwound

 

Invariably attracted, to the beauty of others

Our own unseen background, inattention then smothers

 

Their life more exciting, more beautiful, more grand

And ours becomes a protest, for life being bland

 

But our background keeps unfolding, it’s elegance unseen

All the brights and the bolds, of our colour scheme

 

So we leave unaware, of what we’ve achieved

As our endeavors have thus, our tapestry weaved

 

Sad that some of us exit, from this wondrous planet       

Not realizing what we, have accomplished in it

BOEMS BY JA 543