There was a monkey, <br />That became quite funky. <br />It jumped from branch, <br />With no rest, to branch. <br /> <br />Stung by a scorpion, <br />Here and there, with pain, <br />It hopped and rattled, <br />And remained not settled. <br /> <br />A honey-comb, it disturbed <br />And became too perturbed, <br />As the honey-bees stung it <br />O'er its naked body, every bit. <br /> <br />It drank a pot of toddy, <br />That drove it unsteady, <br />Just to forget the pain, <br />Still, quiet it didn't remain. <br /> <br />This is the condition, <br />Of every human brain, <br />As quiet never it remains <br />With its wavering thoughts. <br /> <br />A man riding a horse, <br />Never lets the rein loose, <br />Neither allows it too tight, <br />Nor holds it very light. <br /> <br />Well controlled by the rein, <br />Steadily it can also run, <br />And reach its destination, <br />Unmindful of the sun or rain. <br /> <br />Likewise, one can find, <br />A way to control the mind, <br />With one's own proper tool, <br />To keep the mind ever cool<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-advice-to-a-restless-mind/
