Lord giveth the brain
To be sane
Which we all
Have profaned.
Made amongst us
Few insane
Mirrored reflection
For the sane.
But this brain
Of the sane
Has become
A source of bane.
Boon!
For him
Who
Lacks the brain.
No I, No my
No boundaries
To restrict
The flight.
Oh brain
Why
Thou has
This animal tamed.
This is an important aspect of our life. This brain makes us write poetry, guides us to be good, makes us fall in love, makes us do misdeeds, makes us think...and more... A beautiful poem.
the best in life is, no one can control us what to think and what not to. We have this freedom until now, though there is some changes slowly seen in some part of the world! Nice poem!
You always write taking different theme from different point of view. This one is also beautiful like the other poems.Brain should not work as being tamed by animal power. Great thought!
I enjoy the whole poem.overall message is really fantastic.the last stanza makes me out of words.Well done! ! ! ! my vote is 8.
bliss is for those who are insane................indeed so true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The misuse of brain is a historic eventuality prompted by the so called progress based on materialism. God who remained idle for 4 billion years without giving sense to the dinosaurs and the other living beings of remote past blundered just 6000 years ago... We are help[ess