Will Of Mind
Restless mind always runs behind money and guinea.
Never looks for  you and me.
I put my ear on the bit of heart of mankind
Every bit of heart dances in the same rhythem
And tells the tale of his will
For name, fame, might, right, power and pride
Becomes envious, tries  to devieve others
Ever likes to scatters his seeds, in all beautiful.
Till he sleeps his eternal sleep

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