A beautiful sunset they say it is, but I can’t seem to see;
It’s the same ball of fire, what’s there to glee?
A pleasing morning they say it is, but I can’t seem to feel;
I’m still rusty, my dreams dusty, where do I find the zeal?
A delicious delicacy they say it is, but the same I can’t seem to taste;
Always in hurry, gulping the curry, I’ve no more time to waste!
I wonder the things I miss everyday, how people achieve at eaze?
I guess there is a pre-requisite – Your mind must be at peace!