CONFLICT
A poem by M.A. Rathore
There is a conflict that goes on
In the mind of every person;
A constant struggle that is dividing our mind
Which wants to be free;
Even when he practises simplicity.
When our mind is in a conflict
The power of understanding becomes feeble;
And we feel we are growing old;
Our intellect suffers from our indecisive nature,
For we are full of paradoxes.
We are unable to take a particular decision,
Our mind thinks too much;
Worries about those situations
Which have not happened till now;
Divided we contemplate, divided we feel.
To win the battle against a conflict
We have to be sensitive towards our actions
That lead to our spontaneous innocence;
The basics of the sages
Which ultimately brings calmness.
