The inner mind
Twirls and twerks,
Twitches, cuts the air,
Whirls and swirls,
Births sparks; vicious fears
Renders it's dancing flair
Bare, in a fiery fierce affair.
The inner mind
Sprints and spurts,
Stops, feigns a flop.
Scuttles and trots
Lunacy; a display of sort,
Of a woman scorned.
Gait, as a lion's scoffed.
The inner mind
Sinfully rips through us,
Labours anxious chaos,
Courses, changes course,
Conquers a heart's voice
By a slam of toxic force,
Builds a throne forth
In a chest's fort
The inner mind
Dozes by daylight;
Lives by the night.
Slowly, slowly sights
Our wrongs rights
And our flaws might.
Our blacks whites
And rockets kites.
The inner mind
Learns to loudly speak
Grows to wholly seek
Answers to things
Mortals learnt to leave
In fits of their own sprees
Living by their own sins,
And digs through their skins
So, the inner mind
Seeks the one,
Who made the laws.
To South, to North
Seeks by gory gore
He, who made norms norms
But, the inner mind,
In the end
Will not bend
To the bends.
The inner mind
Will rebel.
The inner mind
Has rebelled.
Rebellion, rebellion, rebellion.
The inner mind's rebellion,
Then will become
His loyal, loyal stallion.
The inner mind is a deeper abode of varieties above our apprehensions; in most cases we succumb to it! Good and thought piece! ! ! Keep it up! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well conceived and written piece, Sobur. Thanks