O my heart!
Why are you sighing like a bubble
In midst of a merciless cyclone?
What is that you are after?

You wish to mould the reality
As per your sweet wishes.
Why are you carrying the burdensome load
Of self-shaking thoughts?

Give this lunatic some time to settle in a sensible rest
Why should I take your side in the battle against intellect?
Spare me to reside on a delicate branch of being.

I, with my tiny being,
cannot withstand the desolating forces…

You lack the flavor of Remembrance.
To your Creator have you become ungrateful.
To your mentors, insincere…

Originally written in November 12 1998. Rewritten on June 6 2003.