The moment our souls accept the real
Striving for nothing, though conscious for heal,
Where curious breaths, end with fortitude
Smell the happenings, bowing to gratitude.
When art of acceptance is seen in the soil
Pebbles of a river, even smile in turmoil,
Where giants sacrifice, fruits till the roots
Ants become the revelation, flourishing the toil.
Sight remains same still sight is surprising
Observing the unknown while absorbing, prizing
A tutor can be Cosmos, we are to decide
We learn anyway, when a pupil is there inside.
