The table which hold the books
knows not to read.
The pen that writes for hours
lies dormant when not in use.
The machine that spins and makes yarn
turns rusty when not run.
The garden which is beautiful and lovely
loses its glamour when not tended.
The body which toils and endures
gets worn out with no care proper.
The attention focused and affection great
hail a smooth performance to the most
along with that comes an execution perfect.
Meenas Poems 