Gone.

When it’s all gone,
You realize it’s importance,
It’s like a kaleidoscope,
Of things,You could do,
To achieve it,
But then you realize,
You did work hard,
And it was almost in your hands,
But it was given to somebody else,
Someone,who didn’t do,
Anything to achieve it,
Someone who never bothered,
About the thing,
Which was precious to you,
Like a gem,
You cry hard,For your loss,
And people tell you,
It wasn’t in your box,
You try to accept it,
But Its so hard,
Isn’t it?
Is that how you feel?
When that one thing,
You wanted,
Is GONE.