'Sense' or 'Impulse' (A Sonnet)
Shall my ‘impulse’ steal a victory
Or shall discreet ‘sense’ march on to win?
This is not a brief story
But a prolonged struggle outwardly unseen.
Impulse reacts hastily to a stimulus
While sense aspires to predetermine the right route
In their struggle I find myself helpless;
As both combatants wants victory as their fruit.
But one thing let me now at this juncture say,
Never can ‘sense’ always prevail over ‘impulse’
And another point which too is clear as a day
Is that never can ‘sense’ be altogether repulsed.
So, like a tossed up coin they both lose and win
Heads or tails, they are just like Siamese twins.
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