Judgment is spreading like dropped ink pot
The imprints can draw into endless slots
Fast intuitions of centrifugal instincts
We judge books by the cover of prints
You may have a keen mind
You may have a skill of your kind
But you don't know the nail pinches in the shoes
You can't fix the hurt by your explanatory glues
Don't judge so faster in the life
You may discover a double edged knife
Everyone is dealing with phases which are colored
Everyone has three faces, one is covered
YOU ARE READING
Who am I? Unknown
PoetrySometimes in life you can't wait for a human to answer your questions, sometimes you won't find anyone to listen you. A solitary traveller of life may vanish in the deadening life scenario, but somebody always guides and directs him. Can you hear w...
