Minds Our Minds
Making of the mind
we all think to find
with gadgets, technology
and what nots;
We tend to say a lot,
"I think I forgot"
with hands under chin
notes in the waste bin
feelings like it's sitting
on needles and pin
what if the future
Becomes a state of
stitching it with a suture
what if our mind
we did not find
what then, what now
Fields to plow?
Written by Mintra Jasmine Mankasingh July 4 2018
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