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Of a man
Just a pile of some flesh
dressed up on few bones,
Some veins and arteries
branching in and out of a pump.
A myriad of formless thoughts
due to the action of chemicals.
With a little breath ceaselessly
going in and coming out.
A motley of unharnessed desires
due to a fear of being ordinary,
Sprinting on a thousand feet
with a few cramps of altruism.
This all under the close watch
of his mind or a soul,
Which he now openly disputes
for being hidden from his plane sight.
Finally, his flesh, bones and desires
dissolve into elements or nothingness.
Yet could such a realisation
be a heavenly road to his salvation?
As I sat in a room thinking
As I sat in a room
Thinking
About the uncertainties
Of future,
I imagined my mind
Like a room
With two doors.
I saw
A tide of fears
Entering the room of
My mind
Through one door.
Then, without letting
Them
To take roots
In the soil
Of my mind,
I watched them
Leave through
The Second door.
Copyright© Dr Javed Latoo 2016