No one minds
If real treasure is found
The pleasure is ours
So nothing should be bothered
If silence is to purchased
No desire should be chased
Mind should be kept at rest
God may deliver the best
Major upheaval is in mind
It is sort of devil’s kind
Misery starts from here
Its fall out is somewhere else
Mind definitely acts
And unnecessarily reacts
Takes no care to repair damage
It is aimless crusade
There will be no end
It will go on increasing
If we submit each time
It will make us slave sometimes
Keep some control
Respond to no other call
Think fresh and coolly react
This will give you peace in fact
PARTHA SARATHI PAUL1 minute ago gospel truth. great, sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good ideas including the good with the bad joseph harlacherLess than a minute ago is this about society going to be living greater in outer space? or lesser too a favorite subject seldom thought by my friends. or at least spoken of. Comment +1 self-restraint.................