Stress and tensions of life

28/10/11(home)

By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN) Behold! unto me it will ever so cling, Often wonder why it lingers on with me, Untold, it is to make the church bell ring, Akin to a dark shadow it owns the locked key.

Reflect I practiced every morn for sure, Pondered much I for every need, Pure Thought, me knew was the only cure, For now all that is put forward is pure deed.

Content am I with my present self, Away has travelled the devlish reign, Calm is my mind content in itself, Dark thoughts they say I must abstain.

Every morn ,now it awaits for me, To a cool breeze and a warm smile, And when I look out so green is the tree, My life I feel has just begun to be worthwhile.