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!