Yes, the grass on the other side is always greener Poem, by samanvitha

I sat by the window sill and glanced

At everyone who passed,

Either on foot, a car or a bike –

Envious, I thought, Wow! They have everything I like.

Stepping out seemed to be the cue,

But the path to going back in wasn’t hidden in any clue.

I rummaged through everything around me

To find the source of happiness that was within me.

Yes, the grass on the other side is always greener,

But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s nicer.

When will we realize to stop and smell the roses,

Even if it means that the other door closes?

Comments +

sorenbarrett May 1st, 2025 04:43
Clever words to send a good message. Well rhymed and composed. I guess that we will find that the grass is not greener on the other side when we are 6 feet under.
Skally May 1st, 2025 09:37
A beautiful writing! Love this story behind. You open my eyes..

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Yes, the grass on the other side is always greener