This poem is all about the raw brain's thoughts.
|Some dreams and memories are grown:
Rigorously like the tree of fruitfulness,
Which the waves blow its some raw fruits down;
Without reaching for the age of the completeness,
They just fall on, what benefits this fruit can allot?
Those can't consume its own goodness:
They always being rejected until driving a lot,
And starts to admire when molds in better shape:
That's how they meet their own end not to escape
They didn't mature on the comforting premise.
But bitterness of the environment made them old,
As the same goes with the human brain:
It's started turning on that point when it unfolds!
And comes across with real dreams to obtain;
That's how our rawness gets the worth of its own.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.