Theme: Mind


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Mind wanders, its nature is to wander...
Yearns to find sweet nectar in ivy vines;
To false vanities it strains to pander
Dejection prevails, in self-pity whines.
A feral brute, sprints off unrestrained,
Shamelessly gluts prohibited pleasures;
Will not be tamed or by reins constrained,
Unbridled freedom wantonly treasures.
Quashed desires fulminate like bush-fire,
Brittle resolves vanish like wisps of smoke.
Repentance if comes, comes in false attire
Scornful ego's brazen indolence to stoke.
Only a Master's grace can change inspire
At Master's feet liberation aspire.


More By  :  Shernaz Wadia

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