The mind is a great player.
At times scores a century.
At times knocks a duck.
With a little straw
it would build palaces .
With a big boulder
it would not erect a shed.
mounting pressures make it
paralysed in one way
They also make it agitated
in another sense ushering
a decayed sensibility
and a defunct stability.
It demoralise the being
getting stuck up somewhere
somewhat in a stunning
incomprehensible status.
To revive it is difficult
and assuaging back to normalcy
measures typical and severe
should step in.
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