Keep The Mind Calm

Look thro' a glass Yellow, Everything appears Yellow. And thro' a dark glass, So dark an object looks. These colored visions At once disappears For both the eyes Freed from the glass. In a semi-darkness A curled rope looks Like a live serpent, To one's eyes distant. A lamp post fused, In one's vision confused, As a ghost appears, Keeping him in fears. These visions distorted Aren't the superimposed Mental projection of ours O'er the dormant objects? Yes, there's no harm To keep the mind calm Then object looks the same With no change of name.