
In silence deep, a thought is born,
A whisper soft, a subtle morn.
From tiny seeds our minds do sow,
The world around begins to grow.
A joyful thought, the sky turns blue,
A kind intent, the heart beats true.
But when we think of fear or hate,
The world responds—it twists our fate.
The mind, a brush, the world, a page,
We paint with thoughts at every stage.
What we believe, we come to see,
The outer shaped by inward plea.
So guard your thoughts, let goodness lead,
Let love and hope replace the weed.
For every dream, each gentle word,
Becomes the truth that will be heard.
Our world begins inside our head—
By thoughts we’re raised, by thoughts we’re led.
Choose wisely then, for day or night,
Your thoughts will shape your world in light.
@nandasagec manisha nandan

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