Internal Soul of Mind

The dawn of mind is awake
To make a fearful bold fake

The soul is making its way through the darks
To say, it does have a shining foot marks

Heavenly bodies of mind are wandering
They don’t know what they are searching

Here and there, they are possessing possessive
And with passing they are becoming aggressive

The internal soul is quiet and despise
The world is becoming disguise

The super most thing, anger is covering the minds
The smallest thing, forgiveness is changing the finds

Laughter in soul is vanishing
Hatred and anger is powering

Peace of mind depends upon one’s sight
Every thing of life depend upon might