The Voice of the mind speaks,
What it sees, feels and hears,
The voice unheard to the outsiders,
But very audible to the owners,
Nagging as a small vulnerable child,
Pestering for the attention,
Warning as the traffic lights at every junction,
What to do and what not to do at once,
When we have to slow down and pacify ourselves,
Roaring as the lonely lion, troubling our hearts,
As it is caged in the secured dark dungeon,
It likes to slave us to punish for keeping it,
As our companion, the moment we wake up,
In the middle of the night, it starts to sum up,
Of the past, present and the future,
Can’t mute it for a while when we are awake,
Should we have to listen to you?
You are the unbearable pain,
Holding the danger signs,
You wouldn’t let us to move forward,
Or move backward, you let us,
Stand on the spot to circle,
With the same old thoughts,
Can’t escape from its piercing claws,
Voice of the mind, always haunts us.
How the voice of the mind haunts us is vividly portrayed in your lovely write! Beautiful!
This voice of mind so hammering, so loud and so unbearable is the sign of an awakened soul as well...many transcendentalists claim that if you feel pain, you are alive! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never let haunting paint the voice on the paper convas this is the duty of a poet, , poet always sat on cliff yet differs from the eagle with eagles eye, he always give call as a voice of the mind percieves from the senses/ well painted thank you