As a little girl
I used to fear
sound that turned harsh
noise that rose to be loud
talks that became poisonous
meets that converted to revolt
friendship that bore ill will
love that was superficial
act that was feigned
altogether I was disturbed
seeing all these very young
around me in plenty
as years went by
I became strong
faced these incongruities
without fear undaunted
emerging invincible
the rest of my life.
Meenas Poems 