When you are worried about a few droplets,
In front of that enormous sea!
And secretly, keep a coin in that pocket-
Inside the vaults of gold ingots, till your knee!
Still! You complain of no good sleep-
On that bed of linens, warm and cozy!
That discomfort you grow, in that coffin,
Of that narrowness inside you- blur and hazy!
You faked your life-
Of being broad, a sucking flea!
Yes, how narrow a mind can be?
To trespass that narrowed lane.
And boast of being free!
Trapped in that insanity of being sane!
Well, how narrow a mind can be.
When a thread of thousand thoughts gets stuck!
And the vast Universe passes free!
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"