What follows is a very old poem which i just found written somewhere on the back of my college notes. I had quite the passion for writing abstract bad verse during the ever so boring lectures in engineering.
Ignore the heart, it shant no gain
to thou.
The heart , a God , O ! so fickle ,
it hath no brains !! , will land thou,
in a pickle
It wants what it wants , it knows not the consequences.
The mind tells it to stop , still it advances,
to it's own peril.
The mind is right, the mind is cold !
The mind is safe , it ain't too bold.
The mind sees the colours, it ignores the beauty ,
of nature
It recognises the smell, it knows not the fragrance ,
of a Rose in bloom.
So,
think with the mind , it bringeth no gloom !!
3 comments:
nice one !!!!
not as random as u claim!! ;) good 1....
Liked it.. Hope to see more such poems, courtesy the GMAT-trained brain!!
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