Mind Poem by anupam mukhopadhyay

Mind



the wind loves its own source of water
and - goes to the window -
from its mundane minority
already past

does not matter - it loves the wheels -
the absence of doors -
does not matter - it loves the queen to beg

I know my mind - the country I live -

I have one -
beyond your attention -
beyond my skin -

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