To Amita *)
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Life is no longer dolce vita,
With crowds of dickheads all around.
And yet, she goes ahead, Amita,
With both her feet firm on the ground.
She gathers all her strength and senses
That she received once from the gods
And in her mind, she builds defences
Of peace, against all bloody odds.
For anger having set a limit,
She’s often calm and even Zen.
And if she hadn’t, every minute,
We’d have a few dead bodies then.
However dull the situation,
It’s still more fun than being dead.
That’s why without hesitation,
She never minds and goes ahead!
*)