Acceptance Poem by Samujjwal Dey

Good or bad;
My senses shall decide.
My senses, greater than me!
Poor me, only a slave to my senses.
But was I born a slave?
My senses lost in my childish chatter,
Accepting me with my heart and not with my brain;
Alas! The world wants sensible people.
People with brains; calculating every move of life.
Yet such sensible people, struggle with good and bad;
Pretending life to be long and hard-
With difficulties crawling like worms.
My senses judging my situation;
Should tell me to calm.
But it's my heart that beats,
With my anxiety trying to carry all burden;
My senses show no mercy.
Pessimistic notions flooding my brain,
Challenge my existence,
Yet I accept me as I look in the mirror.
Relying on my senses-
My senses greater than me.