The mind thaws
the body freezes
the ideas get stuck
the movements are arrested
with the panic hidden
I go about like a figure
with all senses numbed
nothing to seek further
nowhere to wander
I stand with a feel
I go on my
heels
with a flow interrupted
with a gusto tempered.
Meenas Poems 
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