Friday, March 19, 2021



It is only the mind,

Which binds, grinds and finds

Expression to the garbages that

Keeps a constant rush, like a rat.

Try to control and it would go crazy;

This is the root that keeps you lazy.

Holding the chain deep,

In a moment as brief

As a flash it can slash

The very core and the essence.

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