Human Mind

December 31st, 2002 admin Posted in Poetry | No Comments »

The human mind takes up the shape,
of any space it finds itself in.
It seeks and searches and grows outward,
till it hits the walls from within.
And no sooner than it probes the edge
its restless to seek more
It does not want to take a look
at the immensity of its core.
All it frets and fumes and whines about,
is some more growing space,
that when granted is quickly old,
and thus starts an endless race.
The mistake is not in seeking more,
for curiosity must take its shot.
The folly, the trap, the cause for grief,
is the thanklessness for what you got.
Getting too used to hardness of the walls,
rather than enjoying the room,
is like plaintively pondering when you die,
if someone builds you a tomb.

(Anil Krishna, 2002)