If early dawn fills me with joy,
The noon melting up all my buoy,
The shadows as the day unfolds
An unknown sway on my mind holds.
How many minds a man exudes?
As many as perhaps his moods,
Or as many as his thought waves,
As many a colour he craves.
Clueless, I try mind to suppress,
But it revolts with a shock rude;
Yet, if looked at as mere witness,
No attitude, it's such a dude!
A clue's enough to know the mind,
Or lifetime in vain one may wind.
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The soul within might be the real ‘I'. And yet, man spends all his lifetime in trying to know its pretender, the ego; cal it mind.
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Sonnets | 09.11.18 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem