A Cipher in Brain

Thou art the basis of thy existence

In the form of a human in real sense.

Some men turn'd painfully into women 

Who blam'd Him not their own brain.

Thou hast to represent thyself 

Whether the fake or the real-self.

Thou art really very kind and caring

But thy idea maketh thee daring.

Thee wants to create thy creator

And then a heaven after elevator.

O thee, the puppet of His hands,

Creator is He of sun, moon and sands.

Thy aims each minute, art multiplying.

Thou stuffs wishes and more supplying.

Thy breathing system is momentry 

But thee opt for His symmetry.

Why art thou so perplex'd ?

Creations of His art so relax'd.

Why to die at the hands of mind games.

Open thy heart with His names.

@ Rajneesh Kumar Mishra