The Biggest Mayhem

Poet: Ritika Rao

Menace, chaos, hustle-bustle

Go straight, go right, go left and turn

Faceless and body-less, yet they wrestle

Cuts and scratches and bruises and burn

It's a maze here; there are so many doors

I seem so lost, I don't know where to go

Dark walls and creaky floors

Seem like one of those haunted shows

Here and there I wandered about Thoughts and thoughts cried aloud

Some good, some bad, some made me shout

Felt like I was caught up amongst a crowd

Once I am here I can't seem to get out

This place really needs some cleaning up

What is this place I am talking about

Its the mind which is in dire need of winding-up