Calming the mind! ! ! !

The high tide
Washed away my footprints
On the beach

I gazed
From atop
A rock…

What will it take
To wipe clean my mind,
Of passions that
Arouse and hound?

More than a wash cloth,
I used, to clean the slate
As a child,
When some one scribbled
That I didn’t like…

I wish
I could unplug
The power supply
that feeds on my mind...

Recall, how I would
Hide in the folds
Of my mother's saree
When a storm raged
And lightening struck,
feeling safe.

I know, this too
Shall pass.
After a stone is thrown
in water, ripples do settle.
What would life be
If one didn't grow,
And learn to go home
to oneself...

poem by Mamta Agarwal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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