Meenas PoemsIt is going to be that,
It is going to be what?
It is that , nothing more than that,
Well .what is that?
That’s how it goes on,
Moves on without a clue to fawn,
Gets going without a scorn,
Ends up in an unpredictable born.
So let me say that is that,
It is a speculative combat,
Based on a volatile drat
Concluding on a tone flat.
Well,a prologue is most likely to be,
A preface to what ought to be,
An eye opener to all things to be,
But truly a maze 
as it appears to be.
Mind you it is another day,
Not different from any day,
Mind you it is a usual wake up,
Not very different from other get ups.
Mind you it is going about the normal way,
Buying grocery at the sub way,
Holding a while in the mad traffic,
Exhausting the energy quick.
Mind you it is another page of your life,
Quickly turned reflecting the hurried strife,
It is a fresh leaf out in the lease,
Cautiously straightened for a release.
Mind you age rolls out in brisk speed,
Withering the face to a wrinkled seed,
Customs break the beauty to an antique calm,
Sagging muscles detonate the exuding charm.
Mind you life flows on like a river,
Years move on in a quiver,
Bringing cheer and sadness together,
Well, that is how another day gathers.
Meenas Poems 