My figments apropos jealousy,
Harbored in every soul as a secrecy.
The most reported, comes from the siblings.
It's encamped in the friends' minds.

Strive not be moved by their impress,
And your happiness will come in excess.
When they try to impress you,
It shows they're already impressed by you.

Dilate your mind by broadening its dreams,
The only dint of holding yourself in esteems.
On attaining the peak of your success,
Their enviousness scaled to apexes.

Nor your prowess will be recognized,
Until your ambitions are actualised.

© THE PUNDIT POET.