It's me against my mind
I will grind and unwind
I will make myself understand
the Attic is closed
By time's sand
we all know....and we pretend
to understand
coloured toys inside my mind
let him play with himself, mind playing with my mind
he will lose to himself, my mind will win against my mind
the closed attic opens the mind
coloured toys....they reside....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmmm.... i liked it saurabh... fight with yrself..a good one...