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The Prognosis


It is a long time after

the mind enters a situation

gets numbed as if in  slaughter

remains dull without stimulation

the shock  dumbfounds

try to get into the bounds

an attempt which is a strain

progresses slowly with a feign

a delusion of a kind

keeps us in a bind

coming out is difficult

have to struggle in  and out

finally reach the pinnacle of fame

crossing over the hurdles rather tame

well, the prognosis is to hit the target

could be accomplished within the bracket

yes, it is the mind that makes the hell

could also turn heaven into hell.mind  can make

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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