Because life isn’t always a bed of roses.
Not all days are good,
Not all faces are happy
Not all troubles are withstood
And most of them are snappy.
Yet I try to find myself
A little piece of peace with self.
A little happiness in the day of sorrow
A little mindfulness to borrow.
Not everything is positive
Not every factor is a causative.
Everybody won’t like you out there
But don’t you want to stand somewhere?
Somewhere in a crowd of millions
Someone in a population of billions.
So make it your virtue
And strive to make it true.
True and fathomable to every extent
Unperturbed by the outside content.
For everything that matters is
What happens within is a bliss.