Poems by Divya Tawde

A thought for ‘Thinking’

a poem by

Divya Tawde

I thought about ‘thinking’
And wrote this poem by my eyes blinking

I think ‘thinking’ is a language itself
But it doesn’t come written or said

It can only be perceived
In a special place called the Mind

Mind is a place were thoughts are stored
And are expressed into its core

Negative and positive are our thoughts
Which we always think in lots

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