The Mind, Human Mind Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sometimes the mind works,
Sometimes the mind not,
The mind is screen like,
Sometimes it figures on,
Sometimes gets deleted from.

With a lime chalk pencil in hand
I thinking about
What to write on, what not,
The matters from the mind to the heart
To transcripts on the blackboard.

But human error ever ready to creep in,
Human error, technical error,
A slip of pen or pencil,
Typographical error, clerical mistake,
But how to construct, how to write
Is the matter of reckoning/