Brain is marvelous creation of God,
That is always full of thought.
Those thoughts become permanent,
Which you have quickly written.
I feel sorry and regret those ideas,
Which I sometimes busily forgot.
Later I realized that I must
Create a firm habit to note.
So I keep a small diary to write
And always have a pen in my pocket,
As someone wears around his throat
Or hangs on his bosom, an adorned locket.
If we are lazy and don’t read our thoughts in time
We don’t know, when will they come to mind.
Ideas are ideas, so catch them at first sight.
Perhaps, later they'll not be in mind.
Thoughts slip away as birds fly in the sky
So any work must be done at first time.
Only repentance remains behind forever
Even though you may take a large dose of enzyme.