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161 " Bookworms are the most precious worms in the world when they are humans, feeding upon the paper's body with their starving minds. "
― Munia Khan
162 " Flight of my mind rises beneath the seagull’s wings …then ocean is my motherland I feel. "
163 " Every criminal has a good mind conquered by the devil "
164 " Every dream is the beginning of a new life in your thoughts.. "
165 " Every mind should reflect to touch the green of life through trees. "
166 " When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust "
167 " I’ve learnt to gather simplicity from grasshoppers. I like their naive indecisive minds never knowing exactly when to stop chirping, and I envy their ability to be able to mingle with the green… "
168 " The light within us can always identify our mind’s darkness "
169 " The world of light and starry grace;within your mind I live to trace.Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory,lightening my being with dream’s story.I embrace the tree carrying your nameYour unspoken wish : the heart of fame. "
170 " Aren't we all homeless without a home inside our mind? "
171 " Wisemen's minds and hearts live together under the same roof of wisdom "
172 " Mind hates to seep in delusion soaking faintly discolored obsession. "
173 " A mind can bleed a heart to death. "
174 " Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart. "
175 " Set your peace freebefore your caged mind catchesyou again in another dream trapwhere you may loathe to be your own menace awaiting in hope of a war-less world ! "
176 " A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes "
177 " Plenty of foods inside my stomach.Soul is empty. "
178 " Word-Power'Being stuck in my room,I've become a world traveler.If you wonder how...just guess how I've reached you right now "
179 " We must yield to the power of words. Even God has chosen words to communicate with his creatures like us "
180 " My arrivalHer womb’s delightHer existenceMy living lightHer woundsMy scarsHer skiesMy starsHer daysMy hoursHer strengthMy powersI breathe my name Being her childWithout motherLife’s beguiledFrom the poem 'Mother "
― Munia Khan , Beyond The Vernal Mind