Heart and Mind in Their Own Ways

Prabesh Satyal

My troubling office and my terrifying home
My wandering heart and my trolling mind

What a great pity!
You missed the beauty

You didn’t see the big in small
You need to feel joy in your fall

How do I get joy from my bruises?
Why should I take smoothness in ridges?

No, I just feel what I ought to feel
Collect memories from a lengthy reel

It’s up to your soul engulfed by pity
Squeezed up on neck dissected by duty

Well it’s up to you to feel what you quest
Embrace the beauty the world has skipped

Life is fair for what you get for given
Happiness is a feeling that you embrace