The Flying Mind


The Flying Mind

                               This flying mind can't stay in one place
                                Roaming here and there in the space

                              Sometime desperate ,sometime frightened 

                             Sudden steps of happiness for fickle time

                            Like tides in the ocean dancing near the beach

                          Whipping all whatever comes near about with roaring

                         Next become calm and docile as nothing here

                         Regular task's  done without anything seen

                   What it's searching for never coming rays of hope?
                    Why asking for fulfillment in the dense forest of sufferings?

                    Whom it's waiting for in the constant fight for life?
                  How it can hide the facts in the outer clothes?

               I can control my physical appearance but not  the flying mind 

               Every things can walk in the pattern of ways but not this mind
               The tiny mind's there flying without strings in the sky

                Yogis and saints said they're inclined with power

                To dominate the flying mind enhanced with wisdom
                 I don't believe the fact to conquer the mind







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abraham commented on The Flying Mind


I like the imagery used throughout. The unbridled mind! well written.



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Hampton commented on The Flying Mind


This is a lovely poem. I like it a lot. It overflows with sincerity..................................Hampton



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kdarcy commented on The Flying Mind


I like the without strings line, so how do reign in the scattered thoughts bombarding for our attention, discussion and decison of our actions. Well done, be well k



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ginga commented on The Flying Mind


jyothi, Minds do race and fly, so much to ponder and consider. I like how this poem expresses the anxieties we face in trying to put so many thoughts aside. Your use of nature as simile is commended. ginga



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Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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