Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
Sometimes angry, sometimes mad
Sometimes good, sometimes bad.
The mind is like a circus,
Full of promises and trust.
And also many feelings, like rubble, flying in a gust.
The Happiness is like a clown,
And Pride, who is like a crown,
And Ego, who always refuses to come down.
The thoughts drifting away,
At their own pace, do they sway,
No matter what, thoughts always find their way.
The temper like a fire,
Refuses to play the Lyre,
It is the mind's prier.
The trapeze of thoughts,
The lions of fear,
The drifting from conscious to subconscious,
Goes unnoticed here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem