The day began with a clout,
Reimbursing a full-fledged bout,
Enforcing an overwhelmed doubt,
Settling towards an inexplicable 
rout.
It languished over a past occurence,
Which lay on a deceitful evidence,
Thus harping on a demeaning reference,
Moving towards a feigning preference.
The method of thinking over and over again,
The process of brooding about the repeated refrain,
Intimidates on a retrospective gain,
Inferring a living with a flimsy brain.
Hence the provaction is baseless,
And the anger is lawless,
The bewilderment is meaningless,
Corroborating an immature resentment.
Meenas Poems 