MY MIND


My mind thinks of things beyond
And then it swirls in a little pond

It seems as if by nature it abounds
For it interprets the slightest of sounds

There are no boundaries in the process
There is no limit in trying to access

The links are infinite
And likewise are they definite

My mind thinks of things beyond
And surely of it I am fond

     HAIDAR WALI

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