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.

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