English poetry, Mindful


Life was still breezy,

In past times freezy,

But each new chapter,

Brings its own factor,

Some brains work fine,

Others work completely divine,

But in that case,

One can’t taste,

The flow of blindness,

Without blindness,

One gender can’t know the other,

As well as each other,

Bcoz there r crooked edges,

That may bring grudges,

Beyond knowing,

Beyond imagining!