Infinite Corners Of Mind Poem by Wasan H Ibrahim

Infinite Corners Of Mind

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A room of infinite corners is the mind,
And every corner chased
Is an adventure born anew.
The roads ahead sparkled and grow,
Non is narrow nor straight.
Everything means something,
And something means everything…
And when the endless road reaches a gate,
The world unravels more corners await,
To be clustered in the mind corners' queue.

Monday, August 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: knowledge
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 29 August 2016

An amazing poem, nicely penned thoughts. Human mind is a mystery and its every cluster is a world itself.

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