We all look for a cosy corner everywhere,
Desperately and keenly for something rare.
We get all shaky and keep tumbling about,
Seeking comfort and fogging the forward route.
We find a solacing place to fling and settle,
Till our vision and ambition become little.
This transient comfort is an invisible golden cage,
Once locked, to break, it needs a force of great courage.
The bait for this trap, for the weak minds, are exams of life,
But remember, life would never be good without a bit of strife.
The Cosy Corner cannot always save you,
When jolted out, the falls will renew.
A Comfort zone is a must for all,
Limited and difficult,
so addiction does not befall.
What is life without falls and hits,
To the brave and smart its benefits.
Fall and rise, the wound shall heal,
Don't become weak in the comfort feel.