Let you open, shut-doors of mind,
Holes and windows of all kind.
Let the gust of fine fresh air
Come in and wash your brain bare.
Let that wind blow away old leaves
And dark debris your poor mind heaves.
Let new fancies and colorful dreams
Fly out freely with fresh air streams.
Let flow away that staleness of past
Feel fresh ever, lost is not the last.
Bliss of a life lies in expression
Suppression always brings depression.
© Devanshu Patel
5/16/2018
Chicago
Each line brings about an open mind to a depressed mind....great artwork.... Thanks for sharing such a powerful psychological poem
A nice poem with psychological stress to avoid distress.
lost is not the last. Bliss of a life lies in expression Suppression always brings depression.........so true. An outstanding poem with fantastic expression. Thank u dear Devanshu for sharing this gem inspired by Howard Simon.
Wow! Wow! Wonderful work my friend! Such an inspirational and beautiful poem. I am honored just to know that this poem was inspired by my poem “Depression.” Well done! 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
MY mind was washed bare when my Mom's 'water broke' in their car's front seat on the way to the hospital on June 28,1948! ! Mom and Dad NEVER could manage to wash my infantile thoughts from the front seat. This poem would have given me something to think about if i had a brain. and i must have been suppressing something in my first three wives, 'cause, boy, they sure were depressed from our wedding nights onward to our divorce decrees! bri (: