What makes it pleasant or detestable is mind's judgement (poem)

Its all a sound,
whether its melodious birds chirping or the noisy huge truck backing.

Its all a smell,
whether its fragrance of rose or the stink of  a burning food in kitchen.

Its all a sight,
whether its the beautiful Taj in moonlight or emptying of garbage bins.

Its all a touch,
whether its a desirous tickle or a painful breast exam under machines.

Its all a taste,
whether its a sweet-thick-Greek-yogurt or overcooked-bitter-gourd.  

***
Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)