was happy, then i wanted more
wanted more, when i could have had it all
had it all, when i realised i didn’t want it any more
poetry and some more
poetry and some more
was happy, then i wanted more
wanted more, when i could have had it all
had it all, when i realised i didn’t want it any more
SONYA KASSAM 
Brings up the longing for contentment with what is. Blissful moments of being.
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If only… :)
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Ah yes. The quest for perfection, never realized.
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But does perfection exist in the first place? ;)
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Sonya, not everyone can claim they don’t want any more. Kudos to you. :)
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I am aiming towards that Ranu :)
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Very nice! It’s illusion metamorphosing into realisation…
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Wow, yes it is. Well said
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The vicious circle of life, isn’t it?
When we don’t have it, we want it. When we have it, we want a little more. When we have had enough, we don’t want it. But then again, its the same thing we miss having it again.
Nicely written.
Keep Writing. :)
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Indeed. And thank you :)
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🙂
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. It immediately brought me to reflect on the current world and all in it.
All good wishes,
robert
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True, Robert!
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