Meenas Poemsit is a ride
going off the tide
well into the side
not under a hide.
it is a slide
very much like a glide
nothing in the allied
well into the belied.
It is an abide
not in the aside
but being fired
that too from the
It has died
having been tried
turning dried
nothing beside.
I had a long conversation
on the telephone
it was very long
but not at all tiring
we kept periods
one listened to the other
never got in between
it was interesting
I spoke with my maturity
nothing very high and wise
but a reflection of experience
the other end talked in his style
very sweet and inimical
raised his voice as though in an exclamation
spoke low as if in confidence
the whole hour went on 
I well into my late fifties
and he very much a year and a half
great was the time
lovely it was still more.
It is cynical
letting all to rot
not paying attention
not acting fast.
It seems whimsical too
that of great labour
mostly unwanted
sourcing the legal.
The legality is there
to find solution
how far could it be?
how quick would it do?
The time elapses
the interest wanes
the solution is 
not found
issues go out of hand.
The man keeps talking
saying he would retrieve
what is he going to?
no one knows.
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