My mind

My mind is a volcano eruption,
When it will come to its ease,
I will be out of God’s teeth.
I will be moonlit and sunlit,
I will exist in every earthen pit.
My mind is sometimes in pure elation,
As it is able to grip any sheer cessation.
I am technically minded and believe in God,
I suppose I will be a part of technical rod.
My mind is remindful of lake
Which is created or duly designed for God’s sake.


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