Bounces like a ping pong;

Needs to be pushed up,

And more low than high.

Swings like a pendulum,

From a past left to a future right

Oscillating relentlessly

Soaks like a sponge,

All that it is sens-ational,

Imagining more than real.

Clings like a creeper,

To the tree of the known.

Hooked to hope of a sweet fruit.

Fickle, impulsive, insecure, attached.

What do I say,

About you, O Mind!

You tie a ‘me’ within you!

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Pic – courtesy web space.

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