Otherwise Dementia Itself Is Helpless
I forget the things I keep
they are cluttered up and not in order
when I need one of them
I search and try to find out
sometimes I get sometimes not
If not got I feel angry my patience stops to work
I feel suffering like dementia
After sometime with cool mind I thought
a strategy to overcome this daily problem I determined to keep the things in proper places
where from they are to be taken
Suddenly a question pierced in to my mind
if I keep my eyes in place of nose
will it be possible to see?
In return an answer flashes with in me
proper things must be in proper place
otherwise dementia itself is helpless
Copyright © Bl Devnath | Year Posted 2013
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