Meenas PoemsThe nuts and fruits
the vegetables and milk
the oil and spices
plenty of water in addition
go to make up the diet
one of wholesome
one of healthy
with them equally apportioned
hunger is appeased
thirst is quenched
body is rejuvenated
punctuated with the timely intake
along with a preparation loving
No menu is better than this
no recipe is best
a full circle of all these
and a lively exercise
lend 
a graceful existence
Curious to know about others
not lets out anything of herself
excavates the details from friends
scoops them with aroma
spreads the news with a flavour
then sits back with a complacency.
This is the way she lives
calls every other at odd hours
speaks not of much importance
leaves a bait unobtrusively
pulls the words from the mouth
that is her strength all the day.
She moves about happily
pokes and sneaks
interrogates the near and dear
guards her inner self with care
eavesdrops and spills out
what there is and what there is not.
The undue panic
makes me dull
not wanting to do anything
forces me to sit and contemplate .
What do I contemplate?
I know not
with the mind dormant
not a thought strikes me.
Why has this syndrome developed?
I ponder
Lo! I am again at no start
as I sit there like a stone.
What is the issue?
I struggle to find out.
Oh! I try to deliberate
as I watch the cloudless sky.
Is it that I have nothing to do?
that turns me dull.
I rise up from my seat
and try to catch up with myself.
Will I succeed in my attempt?
I doubt myself
If it had been a few years ago
I would have realised myself in no time.
Unnatural It is of me
a case of losing heart over nothing
never did I experience such a despair
as I am doing all the way now.
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