A few days ago,
It was a sultry eve,
With no breeze,
And no cheer,
Sitting alone before ,
The fireplace in the parlour,
Counting the years gone by,
Watching the hours of the day,
Awaiting the days about to come,
While the fire burns steadily,
Spreading warmth all around,
The mind recollects slowly,
The incidents that had gone by,
The episodes that are happening,
The events that are to follow,
It is a positive assignment,
Working out the benefits and defects,
Balancing the credits and debits,
Finally setting aside a surplus as 
reserve.
Meenas Poems 