All Our Lives The Tiger Of Disharmony We Ride

In our natures there is a dissonance

That belies all hopes of consonance!

There is an inner harmony we lack

And this disharmony we just can not sack!

It injures us and others,

It makes enemies of brothers!

It leads in our lives to a lot of turmoil,

Its ill-consequences we can not foil!

It makes us injure each other,

Of all our follies it is the mother!

And so we each other go on hurting and harming,

Whereas of love and harmony relations need all possible warming!

This is how our follies us mock,

This is how in the face they us sock!

But we are just too lazy and complacent to ourselves change,

We just refuse to expand of our wisdom the range,

All our lives this tiger of our disharmony we ride,

And give true happiness a berth wide!

Arun Bhagat

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