Abha Sharma - TEASE YOUR GREY MATTER

Why do we always brood or complain?
When life is full of cares to maintain.

Humans are born with a special set
Something extra to compliment the rest
Instincts are significantly refined
Brain with the grey matter defined
The forbidden fruit, doubts invoked
Intellect and wit, all evoked
Explore and travel the locale unknown
Toil and sweat, make less forlorn
Hide and seek the game designed
Discover the hidden, the decree consigned
The chosen spirits, their stab highlighted
To reveal the secret their souls alighted
Land water and sea, no hemisphere left
All epitomized with enthused depth.

Exploring is a never ending game
The future Gen will do the same
Exchanging the baton to and fro
Find contentment, when secret know
The Past guides with treasures revealed
And Future allures with what concealed

So keep going MAN this is your fate
No time to brood and stretching hate.

Abha Sharma

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