The mind in itself
Carries a heavy load,
That no air bus,
Nor Super fast trains,
Or the gigantic ships,
Take along with them,
On the air,
Across the country,
Over the seas.
The mind in itself,
Holds a package,
That no flights give out,
No railway lines promise,
Or Shipping companies put forth,
Offering a promotional fare,
Charting a discount tour,
Inviting a luxurious cruise.
The mind in itself,,
Levies a bondage,
As it has a soft luggage,
Of happy thoughts,.
Of delighted workings,
Also drag a hard side luggage,
Of evil thinking,
Of devilish strategies,
Balancing each other .
The mind in itself .
Appears like a melting pot,
Blending and fusing races,
As it rejoices and rebuilds,
On one side,
It fumes and froths .
On the other,
As the pot boils with fumes,
The mind triggers with force.
The mind in itself,
Can make a heaven of hell,
As the famous bard puts it,
It also can make,
Virtue into vice,
Beauty into ugly,
Sanity into insanity
Cause its capacity,
Is worth an infinity.
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