Human mind can adapt is irrefutable,
At saturation point we feel contented,
We wish to retain being comfortable,
Applying effort to step beyond is time wasted.
Warm and so comfortable one feels in comfort zone,
And one masters acts or art of living within it,
Associated merits within that zone is gone,
Nullified or wasted as though it’s unwanted.
Now new meet of any sort is torture,
Standing upright and maintaining stable mind is
tough,
Mismatching life within and external make us a
caricature,
Sadness strikes like health adulterated by cough.
Life is left into a state prone to frequent
depression,
Taking more than just contemplation.
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