A Poetry of mindfulness
How I prevented the collateral damage of my mental state
The story of shouldering my mind’s responsibility

The beginning of the end
That none can mend
Despite the fatal-warnings,
If I continue to fear
I lose my peace for the rest of the year,
with time, the virus will surely fade
But what about my mental state?
A healthy body with a fragile mind?
Impuissant I would be…
Like an old birch tree.
If not now, when do I change,
For my peace and happiness would estrange.
I now decide to change my destiny henceforth
With every second, I check my thought
I paint the dark thoughts with the whites
With negativity, my positivity fights
I help others to do what I do
So that they refill themselves with the positive hue
With positive affirmations, I keep my calm
I change my thinking to change my qualm.
When the world would shift to the brighter side
I would be full of peace, happiness, and pride
I am preparing for the world I foresee
Because there would be no place outside to flee
At the time of world transformation
When there would be one humanity and one nation