Many of the times I find

People are better than me.

I am free, though bad

They are good, not free.


They may not prove to be

An ore of qualities.

But they are unique

In mixture and quantities.


They may be my rivals

Or some may be my friends.

They can be some strangers even

There are no fixed trends.


I try not to be jealous

And learn a simple fact.

That grabbing qualities is good

And it helps, in fact.


I hope that one day

I shall be a better man.

I know, it is difficult

But, I think, I can.

OakTeller – Rachit Vaid