A Dialogue Inconclusive Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

The Mind and the Heart somehow found,
A moment apt for their dialogue, felt and sound
The latter, as usual vigorous, agile and fluent
Made the former, a little diffident, slow bent,
And thus the receiver - cool, composed and passive

' I do sense, feel, warm up and animate,
'And lead to create, protect and annihilate;
'Or if indisposed, bring forth waves turbulent,
'Across the wide ocean or the deserts clement -
'Of all creatures viridescent, mellow or pale '

Faltering, but slowly gaining grip and ground,
The Mind said: ''my colleague, ever stray bound,
''My set task and orders are but to devise and deal;
'' Also with you, to doodle and let our host feel;
''Who, often is led by you on the wrong path''

'' You set the host intense, heedless and stupid;
'Even worse, drown himself in void sorrows vapid
'Such that the realm of happiness becomes infernal;
'Concede then to my dictates, formal and normal
'Let our host stay sure and neat as Nature's model '


'Palpitating, said slyly the Heart rather insistent:
'Know you well that my role is truly consistent -
' Beat even when you too sleep for short or long;
' And always render him duly confident and strong
'You need to prevail with your masterly commands '.