CHAOS......HOPE!

 

P. KIRANMAI

 

            Sometimes my mind

            is like a crowded room

            where crazy thoughts

            keep jostling each other

            like swirls of smoke,

            trying to get out

            through the closed window.

 

            Then, a small crack

            above the door

            a little word

            from the Gita,

            lets in a ray of hope

            and there!

 

            The chaos

            just vanishes

            and mingles with the air,

            the all-pervading Soul!

 

Back