The Mind That Asked For Rest Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

Whenever I felt defeated,
my tired mind whispered,
"Stop… rest for a while."

It built a soft bed
inside my thoughts
and invited me to sleep.

But somewhere in my mind,
another voice kept knocking—

"Wake up.
Create something.
Do something new."

My comfort became a cage,
while my dreams
stood outside the window,
waiting for me to move.

I searched for popularity,
but found only an empty road.

Then my work spoke:

"Do not chase applause.
Let your work become your name."

For popularity may fade
like footprints in the rain,
but meaningful work
leaves its mark on time.

So I rose.

And every task I completed
became a small stone
in the monument of my life.

I learned—

Work may not always bring applause,
but it teaches the mind to rise;
it gives effort a voice,
and a life a direction.

My mind still asks for rest.

But now I answer:

but never make comfort
your permanent home."