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The Mind


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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