we lean, we dream
sits back, in between
heals positivity
step in world, full of dreams;
THE MYRIAD THOUGHTS
THE CULPRIT MIND
UNDREAMT SOUL
IS ALL WE DESIRE FOR;
possession of thoughts
builds the road
Make it, Remake it
shouts....
THOSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
THAT LABORIOUS MIND
DIGS YOU HARD INSIDE
DIGS YOU HARD INSIDE
for you life stoods blind
with circumvent mind
HOURS TO WEEK, MONTHS TO YEARS
turning point, struggling periods
transform you into
POWERFUL SOUL.
possession of thoughts;
FINALLY; builds the road
life for you is still blind
but your personality been
RIGOROUSLY REFINED.
AND THAT'S WHERE YOUR POWER OF THOUGHT LIES.....
Thinking is evidence of a soul in our mortal body. Whenever living matter really desired anything either it was fulfilled in his own life or it was inherited by his descendants. Sometimes it took millions of years but ultimately the desired fantasy became a fact. I agree with your thoughts that you presented in this nice poem. possession of thoughts; FINALLY; builds the road life for you is still blind but your personality been RIGOROUSLY REFINED. AND THAT'S WHERE YOUR POWER OF THOUGHT LIES..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything in life starts with thought. Nicely written, Prapti. Thanks