STRINGS OF MIND
Mind it's a humble friend It's a vigorous enemy It would be happy Like life's biggest hobby It would be sad Like a core of star It would rejoice Like there is no choice It would mourn Like a sound horn It would lie on sadness Like a person with madness It would dance in happiness Like there are no worriness It would hear melody And hug a giant teddy It would sings on enjoyment And speaks out life's moment Mood swings like volcano It would be calm Like a silent farm Within a second it would bust Like a boiling rust It plays musical instruments It sings mesmerizing songs When it fall in love It sings the song of elegy When faces broken heart But still it sings and dances alone.