The circle of kith around me kills,
The fret around the circle hurts,
The feelings revolving round the fret despairs,
The intensity doused in the feelings burns,
The froth emanating from the intensity overwhelms,
The bubble evolving from the froth spills over,
The transparency felt in the bubble snorts across,
The flame seen in the transparency radiates,
The heat let out from the flame scorches
The sensitivity of heat scathes,
The numbness of the senses destroys,
The pressure of the numbness suffocates
The tolerance of pressure stifles,
The virtue of tolerance is blasphemous,
The ideal of virtue nauseates
The sequence of ideals disqualifies
The falter in the sequence extracts,
The fall from the falter pains
The hurt from the fall excruciates
Alas! What a ravishing splendour!
Meenas Poems 