O, my mind, you are an untamable, wild horse,
I feel bewildered to control you.
An untamable wild horse can run anywhere,
as liberty always accompanies it
but due to too much carefree life, it's of no use.
My mind must be controlled,
otherwise my senses will fly aimlessly
like a restless butterfly,
my heart will pray for
the rain of bliss like a dry desert and
my body parts will perform childish movements.
My mind must be as calm as an isolated island,
so, my senses will become a snail-
in midst of materialism they will hide inside the shell,
my heart will become a monastery and
my body movements will become coordinated like a musical band.
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