Thoughts Innumerable Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Each moment pregnant with thoughts
The next moment delivers
But the mind's house
Is seldom empty

So full it is, sometimes
Unblinking eyes see nothing
The twittering of birds
Goes unheard

After a while the trance breaks
A sigh escapes
The heavy heart sinks to the ground
Then slowly recovers

Lightly float the pleasant thoughts
In the minds house the air quivers
A smile hovers on the lips and eyes
A silent flute plays a tune