English poetry, Mindful


Mission of life,

Such a strife,

Starting anew,

Without any dew,

Roaming the ridges,

That have shaky bridges,

Praying so hard,

Not to strike a shard,

The thorns pricking,

With no relieving,

The wounds that heal,

On its own wheel,

A damaged trunk,

Then becomes shrunk,

Til the heave,

Makes it leave!