Sit straight keeping the backbone erect,
In the position of the flower lotus,
Close our eyes half and look at the tip,
Of the nose, choose a quiet place,
To concentrate of what to think,
Are we hearing the knocking of beds,
From the top floor, or the cries of babies,
From our neighbors or ignoring the needs,
Of the families and friends, we want to seek,
The peace in the quietness of our mind,
Before we settle the bills, we want to taste,
We dream to build the sand castles,
On the life's shore, the peace we look for,
Is left with our loved ones and friends,
We have to love them to get it.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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