do grind as in duty bound.
As men in real life wrestle
morn to night circling round.
Spices from varying birth
get pounded on mortar.
Mixing up of the mirth
where life knows no barter.
The pestle ground the spices
as situations shape a man;
and forge a man sans vices,
freeing aroma as they can.
Prasenjit©2022
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