O Imagination! Fond of mysterious ways In my heart ensconced You opt to stay ensnared By the web of complexities You have devised, I am not surprised. Now, you cannot be free, You cannot soar high, And that will make me weak. Complications unnerve my mind, Thinking becomes difficult, Sanity shivers And this much I cannot risk. Brighten your colours And stay spread far and wide; My heart cannot be your refuge. Let not my mind play with you.