Going into the deep woods one day,
Found a profound serenity in the lay,
The silence reflected a stirring tense,
Keeping the 
solitude in presence,
To call out or not was the play,
Which kept on haunting all the fray.
It was an abysmal deal out,
Crossing the inroads was a fall out,
Yet moved in measured steps to the intense,
To find out the mystery in its substance,
Enacted with a charming relevance.
The song of the woods was a delight,
Composed of a music of the elite,
Comprehensive of the cackling and hooting,
Conducive to the mood insinuating ,
Instilling a refreshment warming.
Birds tweet with a gay sound,
Which reverberates all around,
The blowing of the winds in a whistle,
Comes back through the dangling thistle,
Inviting all to a sanguine bristle.
The humming of the river is a tune,
Which in the course of its flow attune ,
The thunder and the storm cast a spell,
Which echoes in a vociferous bell
Provoking the area to a numbed shell
Life gives back in leaps and bounds .
What it takes from you without a sound,
The more you sow seeds of kindness
The more it repays in kindness,
Consisting great and gracious kindness
Meenas Poems 