Zen Mode
when beggars look away
seeing our hardened face
it is an infallible signal
that our heart is unwell
too long have we dwelt
in a nonporous cocoon
a cage with no windows
the vast expanding universe
invites us to come out and play
radiating fragrance of our soul
07-March-2023
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