Thought Poem by Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
It travels—
into the breath,
into the bones,
into the way the body stands
before the world.

The body listens.
It obeys.
It carries the thought
as strength or as strain,
as confidence or collapse.

Then the body speaks back to the mind—
through energy or exhaustion,
through courage or fear.
Together,
mind and body
write the direction of a life.

A fearful thought
bends the spine.
A brave thought
straightens it.
A bitter thought
turns words into wounds.

A clear thought
turns struggle into wisdom.
So guard your thinking—
it is not harmless.
It is the first draft
of your future.

Think well,
not blindly,
but honestly.
Because when thought changes,
the mind changes.

When the mind changes,
the body follows.
And when both align,
life quietly
finds a better path.