</>Quite troubled one lifts eyebrows
Upon a crow and a stone he throws
To drive the crow far away
So the trouble he can sway
And can control his irritation
Against troublesome voice of crow.
He thinks then of melodious voice
Of a nightingale or a skylark.
You too leave the solitude dark,
Oh dear mind to sing carols.
Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik
When in trouble, we release our irritation through some impulsive act. Instead of allowing our mind to be disturbed, imagine something pleasurable, perhaps a sweet song by a bird might change our mental state from disturbance to sheer joy. Nature always offers a pleasing solution. A fine poem!
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An impressive write on irritated mind so nicely and touchingly executed. Beautiful poem.