Mind

Age of the body increases
We earn name and fame
But the age of mind
Remains the same.

It seems minds fly
Mind doesn’t look back
When pain damages
Happiness?
Mind never thinks to track.

Address of happiness?
You will find inside the mind
Love is not a real hope
Yet mind remains blind.

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