Sometimes I feel my mind,
Cluttered with unsavoury pictures
Engraved deep in the subconscious,
Occupying most of its vital features.
Memories of hurtful behaviour,
Of ingratitude and betrayals,
Failures and painful partings,
Keep haunting the present,
As dreadful nightmares.
How often do I wish,
To find a magic eraser,
That could wipe them for once,
Leaving the canvas of mind,
How often do I wish,
To find a magic eraser,
That could wipe them for once,
Leaving the canvas of mind,
All clean for fresh entries.
Paintings of uplifting emotions,
Dwelling deep in the abyss of heart,
Paintings of tough life- lessons,
Learnt in the school of the world.
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