Tasteful. Poem by Shraman bajracharya

The world it self is the art we breathe in
The sorrow itself is the life we live in
The presence of mine itself is the glory
Though do i why search for the pleasure?

Amid in this thick concrete walls
I do explore the world on my own
As the nights falls in my hands
Do i why wish to make it colorful?

Do i why search to savour my time?
With the drops of divine flavour
To quench and get rid of from circle
Don't just tell me you are exhausted!