gyanjyoti

Walking through the bushes I realized

Life's never been so tasteful

I thought I have grown mature yet,

Alas "the peace" eludes me.

Some say "Philosophy" might be my abode,

I comtemplated, prophesized, practiced,

Still the thirst hadn't quenched,

Forever lurching with it's ugly head.

My Thirst for higher taste's reached destiny

No longer affected by mundane chores,

no more chivalry, no more hypocrisy

I raced free, untamed, yet felt in agony

.

Once while deep in reverie I saw

Some folks clad in saffron with heads shaved.

Impulsively, my head bowed in reverence, pity,

A pale yet determined hand pat'd me.

I heard a distant groan; slow yet pleasing

Oops, I stepped on a basking dog.

I thought I have grown mature yet,

Alas "the peace" eludes me.