Thoughts Poem by ratnaprabha raykar

Thoughts...like the errant schoolchild
slither away from the channelled course
on to vistas new and varied
either divine or ignoble
bringing it back to its primary groove
is a task onerous and arduous


But..aren't our thoughts the cradle
of all our actions?
the pivot around which our deeds swivel?
the nurturer of all our actions


A vacous mind would render a Man, a clone
brutal, ruthless, merciless
Praise be to the thoughts
We are what We are!