There's so much to it-
This raw bleeding, daring, fighting mind.
This shocked, mocked, stocked yet locked, mind.
This pure, unique thing.
Behold the alluring mind!
This rising, 'size-ing', vitalizing mind.
Yet one may say that all this seems:
A cluster of mere words,
A family of sinful thoughts,
A shredded piece to stay astray.
Yes, but be it also said
and told
That, in reality,
Mind is UNCONQUERABLE, stable, consistent.
friend, foe, stream of stars,
And at least uprising,
modern, sensible, divine,
cold, hot, day, night.
Yes, it is all things.
It is for you to choose,
What to choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem