Monks in the far off hills,
go in search of solace there.
One with nature, one feels,
bliss profound and joy so rare.
The lap of Mother Nature,
is wild, mild and yet free.
That teaches us like a preacher,
amidst beauty dangling from tree.
Out in serenity they chase,
the search of peace within.
Pondering thru' an unsolved maze,
a little better it cud' hav' been!.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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