P K Routray
We find poems written on love and romance, on fruits and flowers,
on limitless topics from north pole to south pole, from heaven to hell and from tortures to humors.
but on the brain the master behind the show,
we have a very few poems to throw.
Here is a small attempt to dwell upon the brain,
Irrespective of the fact brain may be blessed with boon or cursed by a bane.
Brain makes everything of a man to work,
Without brain a person cannot truly live and smirk.
Though the pain signal is processed by the brain,
but it does not feel the pangs and pathos of the pain.
Brain has eighty percent of it as water,
Hence you need to further hydrate your brain to remain calm and cooler.
when you sleep brain is more active,
but when you are active the brain is more passive,
Man of higher I Q sees more dreams,
Man is always smarter in dreams than in real life regimes.
Man’s brain operates at ten watt of power,
with this it can store whatever we read, hear and experience with pleasure.
But the problem is speed of accessibility to its location,
This makes a man wise or a fool by this limitation.
The structure of man’s brain changes when he is in his teens,
It generates impulsive and risky behavior expressed by erratic means.
the shape of brain changes during puberty.
Information’s in the brain travels at different speed along with neurons freely,
The skull being the container to house the brain to give the protection,
A mythological story is worth depicting for giving human brain and skull’s natural definition.
Once God was distributing gifts in galore,
Every body’s container was immediately filled to his pleasure.
But with whatever god had, it did not feel a human container,
It was found that the container was a human skull when verified, to the surprise of the donor.
It speaks of the infinite size of human brain,
It does not matter whether the man is a sane or an insane.