Beyond Brains
BEYOND BRAINS
Oh! my poor soul! Worn out of what I am?
A loop of having evil after wicked!
My mood riding the rollercoaster,
Fearless and being gearless.
Who wants to take up the responsibility?
Science or spiritual, sigh is never.
Pushed to a cliff of crocodiles.
Abashed with what have done in.
On the mossed rock I sit, legs crossed,
Waiting for an answer from above
Who wants to unleash the evil,
and bring in the spring of joy?
I sensed a cold hand on my shoulder
Brought warmth to my hilarious heat.
“It’s just the Monthly One!” shook me up,
Realized the ridicule, shutting my eyes,
Feeling daft of mulling over.
Copyright © Nina Ann Mathew | Year Posted 2022
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