My Own Kingdom
The sorrows and happiness are on others hands
But my mind is only mine, It's not on others hands.
If the boat sinks into the deep ocean for gusty wind,
Why we shouldn't try to fight and enrich our mind?
What is sorrows and miseries?
They are nothing but state of our mind or memories.
They are completely on our own control,
We shouldn't let them to go out of our control.
Are sorrows and miseries on others hands,
Or they are on my hands?
Others are the controller of the outside,
But I am the controller of my inside.
Why I can't be happy with my own Kingdom?
Why always others try to spoil my wisdom?
If lifeless Kingdom is a Kingdom,
Then our inner Kingdom is also a Kingdom.
How many things are available on this outer earth?
And how many things are available on my own earth?
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