Missing those little joyful moments.......

It all begins with--
Call it a riddle or a race.
Just an ounce of opportunity
But tons of challenges to face !!

The confusion it weaves around
Makes it a riddle.
A race it is because-
There is no stopping in the middle.

If we succeed, we rejoice
And our efforts we hail !
But if we happen to lose
We blame our destiny for being so frail !

But in this quest of madness
So very often !
The sweet laughter of our heart
We fail to listen !! :-(

The entire spring for that green wealth
We toil hard night and day.
Unwilling to accept that once autumn arrives
Nothing else except the roots will stay !

Obsessed with wealth and enticed by charm,
We turn away from things true and warm.
During this entire race called life, little moments of joy we often miss...
And forget that these are the very moments that make our life a bliss.....

                                                  ------------ONKAR