Oh this mind and its myriad matter,
Matter of blocking background chatter
To focus on the present moment,
But there seems always some dent
Whence things penetrate through,
Oh beyond my mundane clue,
I am in search of a way better,
But what is it that me, deter?
Something again yon my barrier frame,
Say, someone uttering my name,
Or some interesting music,
That shatters my barrier's bricks!
No, man is not an absent mind,
Perhaps it is presence of mind.
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Reflections | 58.12.2019 |
Topic: memory, mind, chatter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't mind reading this poem again again!
Thanks dear poet, you must be a brave man to read it again and again. But if I can suggest a better option, you may read my other poems.