Rage of Reason
The thought doth knock,
On mind’s wooden doors,
Haughty reason roars:
“This is a deadlock!”
Raging reason calls,
Words armed with letters,
With chains and fetters,
To guard the mind’s walls.
Thought’s rosy fingers,
Fondle the mind’s hair,
Reason to despair,
With mind lingers.
The thought then lies,
In mind’s open arms,
Reason without charms,
Thus mournfully sighs.
Thus the battle won,
Thought tamed by words,
Winged lettered birds,
The poem is done!
Copyright © Farshid Rezaee Araghi | Year Posted 2006
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