By Madhurima sengupta
thinking about what the mind spoke this morning. It's hard to put a period to its sensibility, its memory, its rationality. Yet harder is to argue, to dissect, to put forth a reason, some reason. But in defense of the heart, it has no voice in the court of cognition. Its observance is not an asset of intellect. It gets set aflame
with gasoline slicked words. It listens but barely learns. So, it couldn't speak, it just couldn't.
Fools they were who used their minds to make the heart happy
By Madhurima sengupta
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