The Mind
Deep down below the cranium,
A world lies;
Full of surprise,
A world where the late rise.
Notions wander free,
Thoughts arrive and flee,
The kin of sorrow and glee.
Denser than the sea,
Soaring than the elevated
peaks,
Deeper than a creek,
The spot where one seeks,
The knowledge of world
indeed.
The association of mind and
soul,
Playing the ultimate role,
A step closer towards one’s
goal,
For once and for all.
Every portrait,
As clear as,
The mirror,
Reflection of one’s fears,
The blissful years,
As if it were yesterday,
By the departure of every
year.
One’s mind very open and
broad,
But the others still,
As onerous as a load,
A cage of flesh and bones,
Especially in the state of
rage.
Nevertheless,
One must admit and confess,
The mind is a colossal bless,
Nothing is more ,
And nothing is less.
Since,
The heart is not meant to
hurt,
The mind is not meant to
mind,
Till,
The beginning of the day,
To the end of the night.
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