Naughty mind

by Partha Paul   Sep 10, 2013


Mind is what who knows?
it often goes as insipid
as one never-do-well !
again turns a lout
behaves in one
insurgent`s frenzied way !
only a little later
utters the old inscriptions
of many innate sermons
ingrained on exterior pages------
very often gets as reckless
as one wild-free colt....
trots and trips
breaks into bits
fights back and wins ....
miraculously resurrects
from any messy ruins !
like a drifted kite
a whirling wooden top
mind moves and dances !
no respite...
no intermission...
solo actor ; solo character
wide awake and active
playful and sportive
till the corporeal shelter
caves in and meets with the final ruin .

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