Will it happen?
Minds sharpen,
Awaiting the final
Refuting the denial.
Will it not?
Hearts wrought,
Anticipating the conclude,
Which should never allude.
Furies cringe the mind,
Tensions break the bind,
Reasons mount high,
Desire cries with a sigh.
OH! What will it be?
There arises a nervous plea,
As the head knocks down crazy,
In a miserable dizzy.
The catastrophe draws close,
There appears a force,
That claims a consequence,
Of a sensible relevance.
It may turn out as you wish,
It may pull away so that you miss,
Take it with poise ,
Says the inner voice.
Meenas Poems 