The Inner Workings of My twisted Mind...

The significance of gratitude Is often lost upon most, A simple thank you may suffice Sometimes even a nod. Acknowledgment is what matters Recognition the most. "it is their job" say some And some call it duty. But doing a job the way it was meant to Those people you will find hardly. Whether it be a server serving with a smile Or a nurse with a caring hand Be it an uncorrupt official Or be it a philanthropic wealthy man Be it your loving mother and father Or your wife or child Or, be it the stranger who lend you a hand. If everyone played their roles responsibly The world would surely be a beautiful stage But alas, it is nothing but a chaotic mess Gratitude is a must for those who do it well For, one thank you can make them feel that after all, all is well.

And so they met, the unlikeliest of meetings To have a chat on their latest winnings The three so diverse and different Yet they all vied for the same thing Man’s attention they craved To make a niche in his life they wanted ‘M' spoke up first as she had achieved the most it seemed With an air of confidence she stated “Without me he is lost More of me is all he craves He had sell himself for me, I am all he thinks about at night Ways and means of having me, I could go on and on about all the things he has done for me But it would be enough, if you turn around you had find All these men have their eyes on me" 'R' seemed annoyed by this, for she wasn't very far behind She said, "all that you say is quiet alright But he had give away thousands like you  just at my very sight I may not have the heavens by my side anymore, sure But i have a billion men at my feet Who had give up their last penny and maybe even more Sure i am not as prett...