The Mind

*THE MIND* I know a damsel who dances to the tune of circumstances Never believes in the power of positivity Always quick to claim negativity Blaming God for everything And asking questions in her insensitivity "Oh! Why is my case different? Why do I have to go through this? Why was I born poor? Why am I so ugly? Asking all the whys that you can think of But who would have thought that she was the architect of her problem She runs helter - skelter looking for solution where there is none Unknown to her, she was the solution that she sought And the answer her generation prayed for "My daughter, her mother said "Your mind is a garden, it bears the fruit you plant.. In the midst of trouble, create a mist of change Not chaining yourself to wailing and pity But becoming the whale of comfort to your soul For the soul attracts a sole of beliefs it secretly harbours Feast on optimism, don't clench a fist pessimism For time wasted in regrets cannot be regained Rather move with the waist of change you wish to see... "Yes, your root might not be good, but you can become the route of transition for your generation Generating nothing but grace and growth Don't be too quick to improve your circumstance, but rather improve your mind-cum-stance Cos a change of mentality is a change of reality And a change of sense is a change of season Be grateful always For to be ungrateful is to be a great fool, and appreciation for one, is appreciation for more."