‘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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