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To: My Brain

 Oh, you great blob of gooey network,

Why won't you listen to me?

You belong to me after all,

And I won't have you now if it's not

You I really need.


Will you please stop thinking,

Of things I don't want to think about?

And will you stop seeing things,

That make me want to shout?


Don't blame it on the eyes,

Because as we speak the eyes cry!

You're the one controlling the pair,

Making them look at the frustrating things,

Leaving them in despair!


Why do you make me smell things,

That are absolutely revolting?

Why can't you make me stop, 

Since you're the one controlling everything?


Don't point at the nose,

Don't turn the blame,

Stop making me do things I don't want to,

I don't like this game!


Why do I have to say things,

That I later regret?

Why won't you make me stop,

Before the lectures I will get?


Don't scold the mouth,

The mouth has nothing to do with those shouts.

I know it's all you,

So stop making me cry, boo hoo!


Why do you make me daring,

At the moment which is too wrong?

Then that's when I've lost everything,

When I'm hurt and bruised all along.


Don't shout at the legs,

Or the hands,

Because I know it's you,

You control the whole band!


Why do you make me eavesdrop,

When I don't want to?

Why can't you make me stop,

When I really really want to?


Don't confront the ears,

Because from the ears I hear 

That you have your buttons to press,

To control all of them, just to add onto the stress.


Why, my dear brain, are you so stubborn?

Making me do things I don't like.

But you're also the one who has helped me write this poem,

And your good thoughts have no limit, not even the sky.



Comments

  1. Brilliant poem
    Highly matured thoughts
    Expressing the command
    To the brain
    To take you to right path
    No words to appreciate
    Shriyandhaa
    When you express yourself through poem naturally you become calm and also you make the readers to think and enjoy .
    Good continue your writing
    From
    Pushpa Patti

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  2. Shriyan kanna!!!! What a poem !! Absolutely fantastic !!! However , I think you should be little lenient towards your brain as it is the one which is making you adept at writing and helping you retain every little memory, and helping you to think up of fun things to do ! What a piece of wonder our human brain is , indeed !!
    I am in awe of you , and your brain kannama! This poem is way beyond your age and I am excited to see what all comes out of that wonderful brain of yours in the coming days! Loads of love to you pattu pattani !!! ❤️❤️

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  3. Absolutely awesome!! Keep up the good work Shriyandhaa

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  4. Mind or brain is controls our feelings and action. Fine write up. Keep it up.

    Babu thatha

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  5. Brilliant poem Shriyandhaa kanna! You are a blessed child indeed! My best wishes to you to write more such wonderful poems ❤️ - Harini

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  6. Super.
    Keep it up.

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