Every day a trial goes on,
in the court of heart
mind is the prosecutor and the defense
self, ego and libido are the convicts
judge the intellect, hears all appeals
Mind accuses self
for being too high,
mind defends self
it has been nurtured so
Mind accuses ego
for being adamant
mind defends ego
it has never been assuaged
Mind accuses libido
for its frequent outburst
mind defends libido
it has never been quenched
Intellect gives verdict
mind is the real culprit
it knows all, but
fails to guide its facets.
Beautiful poem Pankaj..Trial and Judgement goes on our heart, mind and thoughts are our real culprit...Loved the way you presented..Keep writing...
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Conscience is like the mother-in-law whose visits never end. A well articulated poem, beautifully penned with insight. Lovely indeed. Kudos! Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.