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+Sameer Koul Here is a poem for your post: Mind
The Mind
The walls of the exterior are still going strong,
though the plaster has peeled off and the bricks are showing;
the hinges, rusty, creaking, groaning perhaps!
The irony of the mind, that even when the entrance is locked,
the window is left wide open;
for the sunlight to come prancing in,
and the wind plays hide and seek.
The contents of the mind: the clothing damp,
loves the sunlight sneaking in.
The mind has its own ways of opening the lock.
The Mind
The walls of the exterior are still going strong,
though the plaster has peeled off and the bricks are showing;
the hinges, rusty, creaking, groaning perhaps!
The irony of the mind, that even when the entrance is locked,
the window is left wide open;
for the sunlight to come prancing in,
and the wind plays hide and seek.
The contents of the mind: the clothing damp,
loves the sunlight sneaking in.
The mind has its own ways of opening the lock.
May 2, 2015.
Sushama Karnik
Sushama Karnik
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