Yoga Poem by Ajay Ohri

Yoga



As you grow older
Certain eyes grow colder

Forgetting to think
You turn and blink

Lust is as sweet as honey
Once the property of worker bees
honey Traps lead fluid like paths to honey pots

Yoga is such a buzzword that sounds so cool
Five thousand years of civilization,
at five hundred rupees an hour sounds so cruel

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