The Mind

You are the most fickle thing of the world,
You show the most amazing movie of the world,
You are the game-changer of the world,
Everything revolves around you in this world.

Oh Mind! You are the ceaseless, the most craving,
The invincible, the most powerful, the most duping.
You make us laugh or cry or shout or enjoy,
You play with everyone just like a little toy.

You easily fool people since you’re the stakeholder,
Infact you are the smartest decision maker.
Thousands of thoughts wander in the mind,
Your working mechanism is really hard to find.

What makes you think so much so frequently,
That the person’s concentration system is hanged mentally.
Life is a play of your actions and distraction,
In this world of illusion,you’re immersed in ego and corruption.

You monitor all emotions, decisions, reactions,
You live in the past, present, future, in all the sections.
I wished to control you for I’m a sinner,
Hence, I would then rule the world and become a winner.

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Williamsji Maveli
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Good write, thanks for sharing, my applause,
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Nadeem Qazilbash
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Wonderfully expressed, the nuances of a mind and the surprising wrong turn to end with a bang.

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