The Circus Of Mind - Poem by Omkar Atale
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.
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