Mind – A Dancer

Mind   A Dancer short poem

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MIND a Dancer

When on Birth
Mind enters the body
walking slowly making
rhythmic no ice
One cries in insecurity

When in no worry
mind stand erect in peace
One feels light

When Happy
mind dances in Ecstasy
one feels rejuvenated

When sorrow
mind gets into morose
One gets into limbo

When losing a dear one
Mind gets into shell
One feels in secured

When in trouble
Mind gets into anxiety
One feels nervous

When falling sick
Mind is restless
One feels philosophical

When on Death
Mind disappears
One becomes none

Mind is a dancer
It enters the stage on Birth
It leaves the stage on death
In between it dances to the tune of Mood

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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