Contentment: An Anathema Poem by Vinita Nahata

Humans tend to be discontent;

We all want to be content,

We do not value
what we have;

Yet we hanker after it if we lack,

Oh, what a tangle!

Is the human nature!

Contentment is an anathema to exist;

Oh, I am so agree with this,

Just think of a world where all are content;

There is nothing to grieve and nothing to repent,

Nothing to aspire for; nothing to create,

Nothing to compete with; nothing to invent,

What would I do with the perfect beauty that surrounds?

And perfect people who are floating around?

A human condition of necessary discontent;

Constantly trying to be content,

Methinks, for all eternity;

Contentment is an absurdity,

Discontentment is a necessity,

So that life flows in continuity,

I need to work; I need to create,

I need to improve;
I need to invent,

I need to survive; I need to compete,

I do not need the heaven of contentment,

For my survival, I need discontentment! !