Naughty Mind Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Mind is what who knows?
it often goes as insipid
as one never-do-well!
again turns a lout
behaves in one
insurgent`s frenzied way!
only a little later
utters the old inscriptions
of many innate sermons
ingrained on exterior pages- - -
very often gets as reckless
as one wild-free colt....
trots and trips
breaks into bits
fights back and wins....
miraculously resurrects
from any messy ruins!
like a drifted kite
a whirling wooden top
mind moves and dances!
no respite...
no intermission...
solo actor; solo character
wide awake and active
playful and sportive
till the corporeal shelter
caves in and meets with the final ruin.