Mystery

I wonder about
the sad deprived state of mind
where those who have the most
are still miserable.

As someone who grew up
in a quiet, verdant village
in Goa in the 70s

with no tv,
or radio,
or Internet,
or FB
or what-have-you

Yet enjoyed watching fireflies
on summer nights
and raindrops
on the window pane,
butterflies hatching out of
a small cardboard bex
and ferns on the inside
of the backyard well

and thankfully still retain the wonder
and the joy of starlight
I can safely say that
I am rich beyond compare

What is your loss little one ?
that you are
so easily displeased

(a question to the children I see around me whose parents strive to give more and do more and buy more just for that one look of satisfaction)