Disturbed Poem by mary das

Disturbed

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Lately......
touchy the kind of feelings
keep haunting my sleeps
my brain keeps thinking
my mind keeps wondering
when is the ending.

Monday, October 30, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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Rajaram Ramachandran 31 October 2006

An idle man's brain is the devil's workshop-is a proverb. One should keep oneself busy always and should not allow the brain to wander or brood. .

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