My thoughts are like a
revolving fan running at its peak.
The only difference being
whenever I wish to
stop the fan
I can switch it off.
But for my thoughts to stop
no switch is available.
I often feel like even while
I get drowned
in deep slumber
thoughts don’t have a halt.
While the fan is
blessed with a switch
be it ceiling fan
or a table fan for the
convenience of switching it on or
switching it off.
Such a blessing is designed
only for machines
but not for human beings.
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