The Mind Is the Fountain

The mind is the fountain

Perennial source of wants to spurt

They leap like rising tides

They race like galloping horses,

I fly on the wings of wants

Like butterflies and fireflies

In my sport and game of life.

I do not know where to fulfil

My wants in the realm of facts

Some say wants are sure to rise

But they are shattered in time

That is indeed life chime

Some say that one should have luck

Where is that luck to be found?

Is the luck on earth for man’s mirth?

How does it shine in its reign?

Some say it is in the rainbow colours

For luck I launch a wide search

Luckily, I find the rainbow in the sky

I am not a child to climb it

Nor am a mountaineer to ascend it.

Some say luck paces than the hare

I pace much faster and speedier

It is not found at that speed.

Some say luck moves like tortoise

I move so but I do not find it.

Some say they are fulfilled at will

By sheer means of hard work

I do that in devotion

With all expectation

Published:

AFFLATUS CREATIONS

An International Literary Journal

April – June 2026 | Volume 3 | Issue 11

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