Oh! My Little More! Poem by Barner (Warner/Raju) Keisham

Oh! My Little More
By Barner Keisham

I may have wealth, yet whisper for a wee bit more.
I may have money, still murmur for a morsel more.
I may have knowledge, but kneel for a nugget more.
I may have all, yet ache for a little more.

Will I be happy with this lovely little more?
Even then, I might mumble for a minute more.
Perhaps this chatter shall never cease—oh, my little more.
Life loops and leaps, longing for a little more.

Life may tremble, threatened by this tiny more,
Yet hearts still hope, still hunger for a little more.
Pleasure may peek through this playful little more,
But peace stays silent till we stop seeking more.

One who's done with the dazzle of 'a little more'
Dwells in calm, with no craving at the core.
Living becomes a gentle grace, a dance of dispassion—
Only then does bliss bloom through Self-Revelation.

It is only then I shall bow to my dear 'little more.'
I beg you, don't bounce back—my only 'little more.'
Still, I thank you for the mirror you held, oh little more!
I hope we part with peace—farewell, my little more.

Written by Barner Keisham,
Tuesday, June 21,2011 Revised 30-09-2025