Even Brain

Perplexed and in maze, The stupor was there today, And yesterday, I do not foresee either a bright future, If some knot gets resolved, Two new come along, Alas! Our lives are such puzzles, That with peace we seldom snuggle, We are busy in this and that, And continue in the mirage, Till we fall flat, Our objects are clear, Security,recognition and wealth, And some times even the health, Whenever we think of health, We are taken in by physical calls, We do not measure the torture, That we are giving to our thinking aperture, It is this slighted part, Which stands right at the centre and heart, You systematize it and even it out, Rest will be a normal fall out.