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Mind like river

Uncontrollable thoughts,

make me smile or shiver.

Free in my head,

so smooth they slither.

The more that I think,

the more I internally wither.

Thoughts like fishes,

they fill my cerebral fissures.

All over the place,

wish I had a hold over my wishes.

I’d never feel down,

’nd always be ambitious.

A stranded boat, following the wave,

wondering what gave,

power to these sentiments,

for having me enslaved.

I need to distract myself,

before they are engraved.
Shourya Upadhyay 38

XI B