meenas17 has made the first hundred.
Don Bradman’s first 100 runs was an achievement.
So is Gavaskars’ and Tendulkars’.
The target of a first century, is a nervous, anxious, fidgety destination.
Once you are off the mark, the going attains a quick buoyancy
meenas17 has crossed this detrimental century fixture.
In its course,
It has recorded economic frequencies.
It has transcribed religious rituals.
It has firmed up on environment.
It has prescribed heath diet and simple remedies.
It has focused on community issues.
It has revelled on musical excellence.
‘It has delighted on artifacts.
It has depicted nature’s charm.
Capturing the ornate in its pristine splendour, recollecting it in repeated rhythms,nurturing it in the inner self, cradling it in the mind, bedecking it with ardent fervour ,delivering it with utmost care and devotion , is called Creation.
Creation is both dignified and intrinsic.
Creation is a responsible reverence,.
Creation is a sublime celestial authentication.
Remembering, the lines of Robert Frosts in , Stopping by the woods . is most accurate to my predicament. .
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before , I sleep,
And miles to go before, I sleep .
A very similar experience is awaiting me.
My venture has to be fulfilled.
My life is lovely but surrounded by infirmity and jeopardy.
I have to trespass ,crisscross, efficiently extract ,dispassionately divulge the shrouded mystery.
This 100 is an hundredth of an atom in the realms of infinity.
It is a tiny pebble , a small activity in the bustling upheaval of creation.
Meenas Poems 