Peace-first in thought,
And then, can be brought,
To word, action, reaction-the entire lot,
Slowly, covering us whole- leaving no spot.
Our minds are fickle,
Distracted by a trickle.
Can easily be disturbed,
Worried and perturbed.
Composure is an acquired trait,
It takes practice and patience not to bite every bait,
Tranquility of body and mind keep us sate,
And prevent unnecessary strife and spate.
Differentiating trifles from true tragedies,
Realizing not all disturbances are maladies,
Accepting life as a mix of pain and parodies,
And enjoying, when we can, the laughs and the comedies.
Is a recipe to keep composure and calm,
A natural elixir and the ultimate balm.
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Shalini Kathuria Narang is a software professional and a freelance journalist. She has reported for national and international newspapers, magazines and news sites. Her poems have been published in several anthologies including Starry Nights: Poetry of Diaspora in Silicon Valley and Pixie Dust and All Things Magical. She is a monthly contributor to Masticadores USA and has been published on Spillwords Press. She is originally from New Delhi.
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