What Brings You Peace? Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

well, it varies from mind to mind
some vainly hunt and some easily find.
clever ones mostly disrupt the gifted prize
in the hot pursuit of pleasure and glitz.

my egoistic self finds fault with my folly
only fruitful efforts make my days jolly.
beaming faces of friends bring lots of delight
my grit loves to try out my own new might.

never attempt to catch up with a mirage
with too knitted brow or contorted visage.
measure my height before leaping to anything lofty
candy in the air never makes me too much jaunty.

modulate my wishes unlike the natives of Pisces
reign in wild wills and squirm like mud-fishes.
peace is not a product never in or out season
evasive may seem but much within your vision.