P. K. JOY
Ever since I met you long back
You have been lamenting over what you lack,
Never been rejoicing about what you have in plenty
Although what you lack are really scanty.
Look down through the window to the street, my darling,
And see how other people are suffering,
How much your fellow-beings are struggling
For earning the bare minimum needs for a mere living.
Compare and realise that you are highly privileged
Like the one-eyed in a community where majority are totally blind
Let not discontentment enslaven you and eat up
your joy
Let contentment enliven you and keep off your sorrows.