Man is a bundle of feelings, emotions and habits indeed
Good or bad, good and bad matter of opinion-simple seed
That sprouts and grows into a tree big that makes or mars one's life
Habits last from cradle to the grave- words of wisdom in file!
Taking coffee or tea, good or bad one feels in his own way
Given to addiction bad-within limit all right one may say.
At the instance of Kanchi Acharya given up coffee-tea
Feeling great- to the envy of many- fifty six years free!
In Ooty or Churu for years temperature touching minus
Doing the difficult audit and inspection mattered little-virus
Of sipping hot tea-coffee by people all around made no dent
Sure decades long habit from age twenty was an enjoyment!
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