Unbothered

Passed by a fatal scene

in a three-legged wheel

men counting their losses

injuries on bodies…

Made the circle his home,

and sat just across;

black, strained, scraggy, and messy

with a calm in the chaos

oblivious to stupor,

mindlessly living in space.

As we journeyed on,

I slipped into thoughts…

And it dawned on me,

the many things we take for granted;

the inconveniences we lightly esteem.

Oh! the blessedness of chaos,

And, yet the gift of peace,

As only the living can feel pain,

so it takes a sane mind to be bothered.

Only a sane mind can think,

only a sane mind can grow.