What do you call residue?
Is it the sediment undue ?
Is it the leftover purview?
Is it the last deed review?
Thousands throng the mind,
Hundreds cross the find.
Tens cover the hind,
Ones and twos bind.
The lively particles that remain,
In the human brain,
Is called a fine train,
Of thoughts and reign.
The stain that sticks ,
In the receptacle quick
Is called a stubborn lick,
Of colour and stink.
The river flows with ease,
Leaving the residue to tease,
The quick-witted move with grace,
Letting the ignorant to trace.
There is a movement always,
In spite of the stifling ways,
There is a momentum thrice,
In place of inaction tries.
A forward push is most welcome.
Leaving the residual laggards home.
Thus bearing a countenance of aplomb
To befit a heroic outcome
Meenas Poems 