Become An Ace
Mornings are chill
Still No feel of ill.
Day is erratic.
It's Nature's tactic.
Evenings are hazy
But not becoming lazy.
Nights are cool , yet suffocating.
Nothing in our hands except relocating,
Mold situationally
If not conditionally
But relatively.
It's the psyche that makes difference.
If It's in line
If It's process is on line
It's the soma that acts in sequence
To face any consequence
To be in pace
In the worlds of change
To make us as an ace
Copyright © Dr Virinchi Mudumbai Acharya | Year Posted 2019
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