Too Much To Do Poem by Indira Renganathan

A stress..or a depression
Or just that boredom
In whole, that pestering
Rubbish Mind..

One sleepless night
My I vowed and challenged
It paid its attention
Full and huge on my Mind

Then it told
'Let me see oh stupid Mind,
How long you'll torture me
How long you'll pester me
How long you'll put me in
Sorrow, frustration, fatigue
With your useless thinkings
Let me see, let me see..'

Then my I began to watch..
Watching my Mind..
A long long long watching
Till sleep enfolded me

Next morning
My I was boastful
On how it nullified
My Mind
It saw nothing but a
Blank space of dim, meagre light

Gone Mind back from a
Treatment fresh anew