BAKING A POEM

‘State of mind’ has no governer

No one rules here for long

Administrators try their best

Chaos rule here, decide the rules.

Hear with no prejudice, what the mind says

Prejudged decisions saves not a sail in storm

Mind refuses a moulded image untrue to itself

Never the reflection of self, now marinated in fear.

Quietly it bakes inside the oven, door shut tight

From the scornful gaze, red hot and indifferent

The heart roasted in its thoughts bursts

Floats in air, sticks to a paper; a poem.

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