Leonard Rebello


BATTLE


What the heart feels the mind can’t comprehend
Where the heart leads the mind’s reluctant to follow
The game of one-upmanship continues between the two
But whoever wins is the loser
But whoever loses is the winner
Coz whoever wins I am the loser
Coz whoever losses I am the winner
And the battle continues
As the heart explores where the mind dare not tread
……dare not even dream.

Submitted: Monday, July 28, 2008
Edited: Monday, July 28, 2008
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  • V F (9/23/2008 4:43:00 AM)

    the mind.. thinks..
    it cannot dream...
    the heart dreams..
    it cannot think..
    may your heart dream big
    may your mind think big
    and both together..
    make u a win! (Report) Reply

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