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.