Mind

The mind is an infinite object,

He has no boundaries,

As much as he wants, he doesn't mean any constraint.

Like a black hole-
The mind also has an abyss of invisible depth,
Swallow to do whatever he wants to see.
He can't wipe everything out,
The rest is something like-
In the deepest corner of the mind, Roy falls again.

The mind is a two-way object,
He is not tired of anything.
But in the matter of getting it or not getting it,
Mimics the voice is an autopsy.

He is silent at work,
He is good at making loud noises.
The difference between matching with real autopsy,
His thinking position is very bitter.

Make the mind like a violin tune-
There is a stream of sad melodies playing,
As far as I want to forget the past go ahead-
In the current context,
The mind is so caught up in the chains of invisibility that it pulls back,
And the memory of the past goes to me through ্grabbing memories.