Silent old monk, in robes of brown
In his hands, a wooden crown
He sits and meditates all day
As the world around him fades away
His mind is calm, his heart is pure
His soul is free, of that he’s sure
He speaks no words, but his eyes speak true
Of peace and love, for me and you
Content with life, he needs no more
For he has found, what we all adore
© VishalDutia
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