A young and innocent boy, trapped in web of thought.

To give up his habit of thinking, to places he wandered a lot.

Many sleepless nights, his eyes won’t blink.

One over another piled up, he used to think and think.

His fury kept on growing, frustration inside he filled.

This wrath costed him much, so many relations he killed.

No work could please his heart, friends and relatives left him apart.

To rise above happenings and ongoings he had to forge his path.

He heard beyond the forest dark, in hills a monk dwell,

Answer to my problems, this deity of peace could tell.

Every bit of story, he gave to the sage.

Listened calmly, then went to the hut, the boy felt quite strange.

In a while he came, a glass of clay in hand.

Came near the boy asked him to stand.

As soon as he stood, handed the glass to him,

The only thing it had was water filled to rim.

Monk now spoke with voice little loud,” Careful don’t let it spill, this is your thought’s cloud”.

Hold it straight for some time, he said with a smile.

All your queries be solved, just wait a while.

Quite a while passed, no more could he hold,

The saint said with laughter”O younger one, I am the one who is old.

You can’t have it more, sounds to me so strange.

For you hold the same glass, the weight hasn’t changed.”

“O innocent believer, the truth now be told.

For the weight of the glass changes not,

It’s matter of the time you hold.

Same is with your thoughts, don’t hold just drop them down.

Lighter than flowers you will be, gone will be all the frown.”