there’s a dying father who clings on to dear memories,
there’s a teenager whose heart burns with passion and love,
there’s a family rendered homeless by the ravages of war,
there’s a monk who searches in peace the meaning of it all,
perspective is a great teacher, shattering the lofty illusions of the mind,
these sufferings and delights, as old as time itself, have always been entwined
Perspective
- poem