The Circus Of Mind Poem by Omkar Atale

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
Sometimes angry, sometimes mad
Sometimes good, sometimes bad.

The mind is like a circus,
Full of promises and trust.
And also many feelings, like rubble, flying in a gust.

The Happiness is like a clown,
And Pride, who is like a crown,
And Ego, who always refuses to come down.

The thoughts drifting away,
At their own pace, do they sway,
No matter what, thoughts always find their way.

The temper like a fire,
Refuses to play the Lyre,
It is the mind's prier.

The trapeze of thoughts,
The lions of fear,
The drifting from conscious to subconscious,
Goes unnoticed here.