The feel of having lived long
all through the winds fair and foul
having been tossed by tides good and bad
all been seen in the skin and face
that no physical work was there all too
undergone a mental battle in a cross
nothing came to hand in an easy mode
even to pick a needle small
had to bend and strain the most
as to get hold of one’s own
had to struggle to get a tiny piece
which also ebbed in the final throw
that has been all the life
seeming to be long and winding
hope to depart 
soon
not similar to the way I have lived
but to get away in a wink
and that be the end of me.
Meenas Poems 