Man inside the Man
A thought doesn't has wings; But it flies all over
And the man cannot control it seems.
It goes to the Mount Everest
While the body stuck in a desert
And there is no any regard for the superiors, boundaries and barriers.
What kind of an untamed animal the mind is?
It never gets satisfied ask more and more
And this sleepless creature flies forever in the cycle of birth and death.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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