The Auction of Human Mind
The gravitational wind sheltered in the hair,
Dismantles the skull,
Then blows inside,
The motor nerves watch all the scene.
“Did it stopped??…….Did it??….
Oh No!!!!It’s still blowing……
More rapidly……ever precisely…….”
So, Accused of being Ineffective,
The organs put the mind on a trial,
Judged by the soul.
The trial begins…..
“What has happened to you Mr.Mind??
Is it an energy voter?
Or an Illusion toter?
Better stay in hell,
And not seek the bliss.
Speak in the name of Holy Geeta
What’s that disturbing your peace??”
The mind speaks-
“My Lord!! I’m fit and fine by your grace,
Speaking shamelessly- still without a progress.
Gravity- they amended a century ago,
And your kid’s trying for a few.
Month has gone twice in insomnia,
A mild fever I’ve caught and nothing newer.
The singularity paradox like the many fool ancestors I have fought.
For the beauty lies in the abstract mathematics I’ve recently got.”
The judge tells-
“I’m a soul-a judge, not a philosopher,
So stop your bullshit talks,
You’re getting positively nonsense,
Hence, the more your gravity engulfs.
Since, you’ve already been asylum,
And even out of schizophrenia,
Through this court in favor of the law, I verdict for your metamorphic auction.”
The Court is Adjourned…