Ship and Aircraft, they always drift,
With water or air they automatically shift,
So Captains are always cautious and alert,
With nature they can never flirt,
Now the thing is this, Our mind like a boat,
Shift and drift and changing the course,
You are the captain of your own boat,
Think to control; fate boat? or wanna to be a goat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mind is like a fickle weather, fitful, flitting like a bee from flower to flower, unless kept in control may go elsewhere..........very well composed..... Aftab.....wish you all the best