where animals of
ego and proud.
They stink, they cry
so blatant so loud.
They need to be tamed or
must be maimed,
for the sake of
peace, in human relations.
You feast on your beast
a call for a treat.
Calf of snob and smug's foul
You slaughter them all
to run your shop (life)
Life is a classroom
where experiences are, the
teachers who are classified, as
easy and hard,
The later will stand you,
stoic and strong
but easy teacher preach that,
life is not so wrong.
Every day every moment,
is a question in a test,
where teachings of the teacher
will surface your best.
Life is a beauty salon,
where makeovers
cleanse and change,
your thoughts and perspective,
may vary, can be strange.
Temporary makeups, of
adjustments and compromises,
are must to survive,
occasional surprises.
The blemishes of
fault finding, are
rouged of foundation, of
empathy and trust.
No matter how beautiful,
you inside out are, but
visit and grooming of,
every soul is must.
Life is a vacation home
where nothing is that,
you call your own.
You enjoy
nook and corner, of
arrangement of stones,
but you are on vacations,
no friends all alone.
It brims you with pleasure but
sinks you with responsibility.
We rented this home (body or life).
This god's unique creation.
Purge your rental
both inside and out, (soul & body)
before leaving and
looking for,
next vacation home.
Aarushi Agrawal "honey"
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