It's winter and my blood is cold frowning and freezing in 'The antartic of chauvinism' like any other year of sun-dried prism muffled up in the metaphor of a mind's misery with a music of melancholy struggling to choose the less travelled path like Frost in "The Road Not Taken", trying to fight the man like muscular thoughts of every mind to purify the polluted blood in veins of devilry and to win a summer day against this male dominated rivalry! #winterquotes #malechauvinism
