My Mind, go Wild

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

My Mind, go Wild

My mind, go wild when many are in use, With their swift tongue, some sustain, Some busy picking apart, never to count back. Those deuce-ace cursors owned, barely seen, But, before the ego hurts, they assert boldly. The biting louse, they see so vividly in others, Ne'er can they see bold elephants grazing Right on their heads, larger than first seen. The rampant mind, gradually overrule them, World being stingy, selfishness lives in all.

My mind, go wild, blank in its rhythm, When I scroll, my oculus to canvass upon. In the beholder's eyes, they are the nugatory And be the subject of the matter, for prattle. Not that we affront genteelly at any account, But to advocate any of that kind implicatively For the same ramp, to assemble together. No one other than God is pluperfect, When in the flesh, we are subject to pull anyhow, If not today, the foul-up, at any space of time.