Meenas PoemsBicycles have been there for long
superseded by vehicles automatic and fast
still hold a charm
that out beats any other new conveyance.
Cycling through the lanes
get past the people on the walks
an exercise that fills the heart with fresh air
toning the muscles on the go.
The sun still not awake
though it is six in the morning
the bustle almost not found
the morn looks sullen.
The sky is down cast
darkness hovers over
rains would come
a sign of welcome.
The day advances
still no move of the sun
peculiar it appears
something amiss is on the way.
Slowly the sun comes out
shines as bright as ever
even hotter than the usual
could be a tongue in cheek attitude
A beautiful day it is
the mind looks wonderful
nothing much to think about
as usual retrospecting
got stuck at one point
back to the days of my aunts
they were four altogether
knew them for their loveliness
the eldest being short in stature
tall in her decisions
spoke in form and authority
humorous and practical
a favourite of mine
the second one was
not serious in anything
a spendthrift and very kind
the third one was quiet and went about her way
while the last aunt was petite and soft
hurting none spoke in whispers
the clan of mine now dead and gone
still rush back to me when I am alone
keep company with me spelling out love and care.
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