It was a noon of summer
I was walking on the footpath
I saw a man sleeping
Under a road-side tree
Spreading his thin towel
Snoring deeply
He had no tension, no worries
No fear of theft
I watched him for some time
Sat there for a while
On an exposed root of a tree
And observed closely.
I heard....
The sound of his snoring
was telling clearly
Life is very simple
You all made it complicated.
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Agreed. It appears as if we have made all the progress to complicate our lives rather than making it simply comfortable. Thanks. 'Life is very simple You made it complicated'.