MIND THY MIND
Let mind be thy servant,
When you’re holding its strings,
Bridle properly thy mind,
Or else, in the dire strait you’ll find,
It will become thy master,
For it is a heady horse,
May take thee to a slippery path,
And ditch thee in a ditch,
From where no return is in sight.
Mind exercises control over our five senses,
And if sense control by it is at the expense,
Of your own self esteem,
Then thou fail to earn realization,
Of the sixth-sense – intuition
And that would be,
A be all and end all.
Ye coach it to act in a manner,
That it functions,
According to your innate demands,
Good for thee and people around,
And, if need be, with coercive or persuasive tactics.
If it goes berserk then thy Creator is only thy savior!
When it controls thee,
It holds thee by thy subtle horns,
And stretches thee to a limit,
Where coming back is hard.
Though mind is watchdog of our day-to-day working,
But it may rather bite thee sometimes,
Putting to peril your life and earned standing,
Oh, our Creator come to our rescue,
Help us mind our mind,
For good of me and people around.