PENNED THOUGHTS

 

Why does the mind,

make us a coward,

when we need to be brave?

Why does the mind,

fall prey to the things,

for which distance should be maintained?

Why does the mind,

grieve over the past,

which cannot be brought back?

Why does the mind,

become a dungeon,

when everything falls over?

Why does the mind,

make me brave,

when I should be mute?

Why does the mind rush over,

when I am going astray?

why does the tongue speak,

 over the things that do not concern us?

why does the heart,

 not fall for a person we deserve?

why does the heart become insensitive,

when console and concern are needed the most?

Why does the heart become sensitive,

over the people who use me the most?

Why does the heart,

squeeze for the judgements,

which we do not deserve?

Why does the heart feel guilty,

after we wounded,

the ones we love?

Why does the pain we felt,

over losing someone never go away?

why do the eyes shed tears,

over the ones who belittled us?

Why do the eyes see the lies,

when justice is needed the most?

Why do the hands get raised,

over the people we love the most?

Why do the eyes go blind,

when justice must be prevailed?

A million more of thoughts,

which I shall carry to the grave.

For none could answer,

the truth behind the thoughts,

which shall always prevail.