This Brain

This brain not yours

Till now, it was His,

It does not stand by itself,

Standing by the grace of God.

This brain stops working

Without his urge,

No hands reroute it

Stops standing by itself, you know.

This brain knowing things

Even the world is rough

It's giving light and essence

Also seeking light.

This brain not mud

It has buds and seeds

Has a good sense of process

Does something for you.