POEM

When a thought is created,
It leaves an impact fated.

The heart follows as mandated,
Emotions are then generated.

Based on those feelings,
Behavioural pattern changes.
Between bleeding and healing,
This mortal outrage ranges.

I wish I could lock away,
My tremulous mind, for once.

And let not these monsters sway
my bliss of a thousand defiant suns.

Copyright © Sneha Narayanan