Mind
What a mind is this,
That seems like a drunken monkey;
Runs away from me,
Breaks and cracks anything it likes;
Yet, I like this monkey,
This is because I am his owner;
Yet, monkeys are not predictable,
They even harm the owner!
20 November 2021
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2021
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